Herring

"I want my heart laid bare like fish-market herring. I want someone to wrap it up in newspaper to take home."

This was the only line of a play I wrote. The stage directions are simple. After the lights dim, the people in the audience are to stand up, turn to whomever they came with, and read the first and only line, all together. Then, the lights are supposed to go back up and everybody goes home, playbills in hand.

The Curtain Falls.