A contemporary monologue for a male, 20's's. You know how the media loves a good fight. I must have been sixteen or seventeen when I was having the dream. M, 20's - 30's. The smell of burning oil. A contemporary monologue for an older actor.
I told him no.
The Devil tempts an Electrical Systems Designer with the specs for a new weapons system. A traumatized man relives a particularly painful accident from his childhood. And mop stages. It was political.
A viewing room at a funeral home.