100 Word Plays

When I started this blog I was determined for it not to become a daily diary, chronicling information such as how many bowel movements I've had or how shit I felt that day on a scale of 1 to 10. I'd been aware I hadn't written anything for a little while but yesterday I came across an interesting article in the paper. It was about the Royal Court Theatre being plastered with short plays of 100 words or less on their walls inviting people to pen so-called 'Bonsai plays'.

* * * http://www.royalcourttheatre.com/whats-on/100-word-play * * *

I couldn't resist the urge to have a go myself, below is my first and only effort thus far:

A Chat On the Banks of Acheron

Death:     (Drily) I'm Death, welcome to your own. Any questions before you cross the river?

Man:       What does death feel like?

Death:     I don't like it when people refer to me in the 3rd person.

Man:       (annoyed) That's not what I meant. Anyway, we're talking so I can't be dead. If I'm dead,

                 who are you talking to?

Death:     I'm talking to the 20th letter in the English alphabet.

Man:        t, u, v, w... (sarcastically) Very funny. Is there anyway of getting out of this?

Death:     You must ask me a question I don't know the answer to.

Man:       (long pensive pause) Oh fuck it, but I'm not rowing...