The Electric Shawl- a microdrama in one act

	The Electric Shawl- a microdrama in one act

Scene: a bedroom in Largo. It is fall, but feels like winter. A couple of brave frangipani leaves still cling desperately to the tree outside.
 Dramatis personae:
 Me: a middle aged man with an 80 year old bladder and a leg bag dangling from his leg. He lacks a prostate and is sleep-deprived.
 Mom: his mother. She's gone a mite soft in the head. Or perhaps mighty soft in the head.


Mom: It's cold
 Me: What's that? Oh, your electric shawl. That'll warm you up. Oh. Ya gotta plug it in.
 Mom: unintelligible mumble
 Me: ya gotta plug it in, Mom.
 Mom: It doesn't work. You can throw it away.
 Me: YA GOT-TA PLUG-IT IN!
 Mom: Don't yell at me.
 Me:(plugs in electric shawl. wraps her with it. applies blanket)
 There, mom. Now you can get warm
 Mom: unintelligible mumble. (closes eyes)