Scene: a living room, early evening
WIFE: “I’m ready to go.”
HUSBAND: “I can’t seem to move my left arm. It’s as heavy as lead.
WIFE: “What about your right?”
HUSBAND: “As light as cloud.”
WIFE: “How could this have happened?”
HUSBAND: “It must be that therapist I’ve been seeing.”
WIFE: “Doctor Atlas?”
HUSBAND: “Yes. He told me to put all my troubles to one side.”
WIFE: “And you chose….?
HUSBAND: “The left side, yes.”
WIFE: “You’re being a bit literal, aren’t you?”
HUSBAND: “Bodies ARE literal.”
(curtain)
