A One Hundred Word Play
He: Go to the wall, turn it on.
She: You mean this?
He: Yeah, the radiant heat.
She: We don’t like it.
He: Just do it. Now watch. Turn on the fan.
She: --What good does it do? It’s radiant heat. It just heats up things, objects, not the air.
He: Just do it. On low. --Why are you so resistant?
She: It’s radiant heat.
He: I know; why can’t you-- Just do it!
She: Alright, you try it! I’m going next door.
(Lights out. Pause. In the darkness the tops of the fan blades begin to glow.)
He: Go to the wall, turn it on.
She: You mean this?
He: Yeah, the radiant heat.
She: We don’t like it.
He: Just do it. Now watch. Turn on the fan.
She: --What good does it do? It’s radiant heat. It just heats up things, objects, not the air.
He: Just do it. On low. --Why are you so resistant?
She: It’s radiant heat.
He: I know; why can’t you-- Just do it!
She: Alright, you try it! I’m going next door.
(Lights out. Pause. In the darkness the tops of the fan blades begin to glow.)
