Third Play’s The Charm
AT RISE:
TRIPLETS!
They’re eating lunch.
TRIPLET: I like lunch.
TRIPLET I don’t.
TRIPLET Who said that?
TRIPLET I did, obviously, you’re looking right at me
TRIPLET I see what’s happening here and I refuse to participate.
TRIPLET You’re always like this!
TRIPLET It’s not my fault. You trying being a triplet thrown into a play without a proper name, rendering each stage direction and piece of dialogue a new test of my ability to cope with anxiety.
TRIPLET You’d think being genetically identical to two other humans would help relax you about a loss of individuality like that.
TRIPLET Oh great, now they’re not talking at all.
TRIPLET Are you sure?
TRIPLET As sure as I am that this play needs to end immediately before the author is stoned to death at the zoo.
TRIPLET Why the zoo?
TRIPLET Hah! Got you to talk!
TRIPLET No you didn’t. That was me.
TRIPLET Or was it.
TRIPLET Oh for fucks’-
A meteor crashes into the Earth eliminating all life and completing what will be known to future scholars as “The Triptych of Plays Written On February 7th, 2018 In Which One Or More Characters Dies Suddenly To Expedite The End Of The Play”
BLACKOUT. END PLAY.













