The Play

The Play
by Lord Malinov

“I went to see that play with Derrick.”

“With Derrick?”

“He knows someone in the cast.”

“So you went with him?”

“He didn’t want to go alone and I like seeing plays.”

“Was it good.”

“It was weird. Experimental theater. Jenny’s in the show.”


“Last summer, you remember, at the Civic.”

“I think I remember. Was she any good?”

“Like I said, it was weird. The program said it was dynamic theater. The writer changes the show constantly, rewriting the show every night, or something like that, to better suit the actors as the writer’s vision of them changes. Something like that.”

“So it was weird.”

“I kind of knew Jenna enough to know that as the drama unfolded, she was playing herself in that drama, if that makes any sense.”

“That’s just crazy.”

“It was fun. Entertaining. Derrick had a blast, which made it more fun than it would have been if I had gone alone. His friend was adorable.”

“And gay.”

“Of course. Then he paid me to go away.”


“He paid for my Uber, so he didn’t pay me but he paid to send me away.”

“Nice guy.”

“He was so happy. I think he thinks this guy is the one.”

“For now.”

“He was adorable.”


About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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