“Cash, I presume?”
He knows how little I have.
I wasn’t in on the joke
Willy: Charley, I’m strapped, I’m strapped. I don’t know what to do. I was just fired.
Confusion distorts the face
“He never told us that.”
Later, times get tougher
Options run out
“No, I found her in the house.”
I watch a man burning his own house
And a man struck down by a car.
Charley: It was a very nice funeral.
Lines:
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller Pages 97 and 136
Poetspeak by Janeczko Pages 1 and 104
You Come Too by Robert Frost Pages 51 and 74
The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides Pages 147 and 231
-Myk
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