THE LAST REWINDThe old man went under the mound.Where he reclined, and his mind drifted to a time his lifehad shined.
Two chairs sitting in the middle of the stage,facing a TV pointed at the back of the stage.Music blares from the TV at a deafening volume.The dim glow illuminates the black stage. Asilhouette much like light bouncing off the barsof a prison cell is projected on the back wall. Afigure emerges from the shadows, carrying a weaponof sorts. They walk up to the television set and immediately starts to swing the weapon at the set.The sound of glass shattering. The music becomesmore distorted but continues on. After four swings, the character places the bat down, picksup the TV and throws it against the ground. They walk off stage left in silence.From stage right, an arm reaches around the door,attempting to flick the light switch. After a few attempts, the lights switch on. A blinding whitelight hits the stage. Glass shimmering off thecarpeted floor. A huge painting hangs off the backwall. A banjo is leaned against the back wall. Thetwo chairs are highlighted with spotlights thathang from a beam in the ceiling. Off to stageright is a table covered in notebooks and sheetsof paper.Evading the glass shards on the floor, Trey sitsdown in one of the chairs, and picks up the TV remote. He points it at where the TV used toexist, to no avail.
TREYHmm.
Mike walks on from stage right, and sits in theother chair. The two stare catatonically at theempty void.
MIKETV isn’t working?TREYYeah, it’s a bugger really.MIKESo.(CONTINUED)
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