This was the prompt for Fire&Ice week 9 – 150-160 words, and we had to write outside our usual genre. So I did…
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Act 1 Scene 1
Tara. A field beside the hill.
Enter KING MACDARA [he draws upon the hill-face]. Enter BETH.
BETH: Father, what art thou at?
MACDARA: Art.
BETH: What art thine art?
MACDARA: Behold the fiery trail above.
This evening while I watched the sky
Between the stars a reindeer passed,
With snout of flame, that lit the way
For fellow deer behind his hind.
They pulled a sleigh of childhood gifts
Like dolls, and books, and shiny pence
And sweets the shape of walking-sticks.
The reindeer reins were reigned by one
With cloak of red and beard of snow –
BETH: Father, I fear that madness –
MACDARA: Now, dear, one does not interrupt the soliloquy.
BETH: Of course not. Forgive me.
MACDARA: – who waved and thrice did utter “ho”. [Dies].
BETH (alarumed): Dies? What do you mean, dies?
GHOST of MACDARA: Well, it’s not one of his comedies.
Shakespeare would appreciate this one! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be! 🙂 ❤
😀 😀 😀 laugh out loud writing at its best!