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Anne Washburn 2006
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010 all rights reserved.
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010 all rights reserved.
Excerpt from
APPARITION, An Uneasy Play of the Underknown
A
anyhow you're trundling along and then...
B
suddenly out from the mist
E
it all seems hopeless.
C
From out of the darkness of the forest looms suddenly the Weevil Tender!
A
(and there was a horrid shriek)
C
There is a rustling in the scratchy branches and then horribly from out of the middle of those prickly foliages pops…the Weevil Tender!
E
(and the screams echo and echo throughout the primeval forest
and then the sun sets)
A
with a terrible plop and a sizzle. Into the cold ocean.
All hear a sound off right.
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