a short and most unsubtle play

The Murder of the Unknown Child



[Man enters stage, looks exhausted]


[One by One, Demons enter stage]


[Demons start berating the man, mentioning his inadequacy at work]


[Child enters stage, looks happy, walks by man singing a song]


Man: Stop singing!


Child: I'm sorry mister, I'm just happy school closed early today.


[Child starts humming the song]


[Man shakes Child]


Man: I told you to stop singing!


[Demons start grinning and intensify their berating]


[Man strangles Child]


[Demons feign shock]


[Grim Reaper enters stage, sending Demons off stage one by one]


Grim Reaper: Dead, huh?


Man: Fuck, I didn't mean to.


Grim Reaper: Yet you did.


Man: Where you gonna take 'em?


Grim Reaper: Nowhere, they're dead.


[Man looks confused]


Grim Reaper: Finally quiet, hm?


Man: I couldn't take them anymore.


Grim Reaper: Don't get used to it. Monday they'll be there all for you again. Until then, it's just the two of us.


Man: You're my conscience.


Grim Reaper: You just killed a child.


Man: I didn't mean to.


Grim Reaper: Yet you did.


[Man looks remorseful]


Grim Reaper: You're already a murderer now, why don't go kill your boss, defeating the demons?


Man: I can't.


[Grim Reaper starts grinning]


Grim Reaper: Of course you can't. Cause you already bought into it, didn't you. And so afraid of losing. Rather kill a unknown kid than face your torment. Rather be the torment for the unknown beneath than face your tormentor above.


[Grim Reaper starts laughing, Man starts sobbing]


[Close the curtains]