Issue 1:
Toy
Otis Luce
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Mr. Gucci's Toy
RICHARD: Liz, darling. Where is my beach ball?
LIZ: It's in the bedroom, dear, behind the door.
RICHARD: That's funny. How did it get in there?
LIZ: Well, if you must know, Rover and I were playing with it while you were busy with Camelot.
RICHARD: Well, how is the little trooper today?
LIZ: Oh, he's fine. Not even any gas. He loves to play with that ball and then he obediently nudges the door to go out when he needs to troop.
RICHARD: Are you going to ask me how the shoot went today?
LIZ: Yes. How was it?
RICHARD: Terrible. The marble wallpaper started to peel off the laminated wood columns during the fire dance.
LIZ: Well, what is Jack going to do about that?
RICHARD: Oh, he'll shoot around it. I might have to take a cut in salary to pay for the extra
expense of replacement columns. I don't see the beach ball.
LIZ: Be a dear and fetch my black bikini.
RICHARD: Where do I start?
LIZ: The wardrobe, somewhere in the middle.
RICHARD: I'm looking. Still nothing. Are you sure...
LIZ: What?
RICHARD: I didn't find the bikini. I found this box. There's a card that says, "To Dick, my favorite playmate."
LIZ: Well, open it.
RICHARD: It's a beach ball. A brand new beach ball.
LIZ: It's a Gucci. God, it's fun to shop for you. Oh, yes. I bought Rover his very own beach ball, too. Do you want to see your old one?
RICHARD: No. Just slip into that bikini. I'll be in the pool with Mr. Gucci's toy.
~Otis Luce
Retired from the technical aspects of industry, Otis contributes regularly to Cayuse Press publications. Email.
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