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the diorama
by Christopher Williams
In the first diorama, there was a kind of primitive man and woman behind the glass. They had no clothes on. They look like skinny people with big, rubber masks with primitive faces pulled over their heads, long knotted hair, big brows over their eyes and no foreheads. They had just killed an animal and were getting ready to…
the fall
A strange and powerful force had overtaken him and laid his body and mind asunder. As I drew near the cadaverous building, I saw but one light hanging in a vestibule on the second level. I crossed a leaf strewn drive and reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled luster by the forbidding structure. Its curious entry door stood before me now.
a bedtime story
A Bedtime Story by Christopher Williams
~ A Play in Three Acts ~
A messy young man’s bedroom, last night’s pants are half off the chair, underpants splayed beneath the bed, abandoned beer bottles inhabit a corner, piles of discards and dirty clothes are scattered about. The young man lies face down on his crunched pillow, his mother has placed herself at the foot of the bed to get him up for his day’s work. He sleeps on.
