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  Posted: November 25, 2019      Views: 38

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"Scene at a Christmas Shop 5" by Bill Schott

Scene continues in a huge Christmas-themed store. Pons and Pallas search for Ned while Ned wanders into a poorly lighted area in the back of the store. There are rows of discontinued displays which are covered with plastic or canvas tarps.  Also, older, life-size, Santa Claus figures, snowmen with dated caricatures that are now passe, and assorted, colorful ornaments that have lost their luster, or are in need of repair are scattered about.  Ned has a seat on an antique-looking bench. From across the space, a cloaked figure moves over to him.  He seems to glide, coming to within a few feet of him.

DED: Hello, Ned.

Ned: Hey, Ded. 

DED: You seem rather down in the mouth today. A rare occasion for you, I would say. 

Ned: I'm a li'l melon-calorie jis now.  

DED:  Quite.  I was drawn to you, Ned. Your mood calls to me in a low beckoning.

Ned: Weren't aware I was a mooin'. That's gotta sound purdy dumb comin' from a dude, huh?

DED: Mooing? Yes, of course. You are a caution, Ned. 

Ned: I know what you mean. I'm dumber than a headless snowman on April Fool's Day.

DED: April Fool's Da -- snowman?

Ned: I jis figgerd out that my maw doan think a me like her hero. I'm jis a dumb ol' nothin', jis like ev'body says. 

DED: Why would you think that, Ned. I happen to know your mother holds you in high regard. You, indeed, are her hero.

Ned: Naw, I know now that ain't so. I'm more a burden than any thin' else. If I weren't aroun', she'd be better off.

DED: I vigorously disagree, Ned. You are certainly no Albert Einstein, but you ARE your mother's heart and soul. Without you, dear lad, she would lose HER heart. 

Ned: So she'd be like that there metal man on the Whizzer a Odds. 

DED: Yes, exactly -- sort of -- well, I guess.

Ned: So yer sayin' that I ain't Egbert Inkstain, but I got my maw's heart somewhere on me. 

DED: You have an amazing grasp of what you have interpreted I have said.

Ned: Don't know, Ded. I gots emotionals ta deal wit what I caint jis let goa. Maw and ev'body would be better off if I jis dipsappeard. 

DED: Or perhaps, Ned, if you had never been born at all. 

Ned: That's fer sure. She, and everybody'd have a wonnerful life.

DED:  You look sleepy, Ned. Perhaps a nap will clear your head?

Ned: My heads near empty all the time. That's why these here melon-calorie --

DED: Melancholy. 

Ned: Huh? Oh, right. Change a subject. Yeah, a melon collie dog would be a fun mix, alright. 

DED: Sure, but you were saying something about a wonderful life -- and you were sleepy.

Ned: Yeah, but --

DED: (Heavy sigh). Sleep, Ned.

Ned falls asleep, falls backwards off the bench, and onto a bag of styrofoam peanuts, which shoot up, along with a balloon on a string, and settle back down. 

To be continued...


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