A MEETS B
a one-act play
I once talked to someone who sounded so much like a parrot that I imagined a little man sitting on his head and speaking for him. It was as if this little man was pulling this person’s strings as he uttered cliché after cliché. Soon after, I wrote “A Meets B”, a man with not only a little man but also a little woman perched atop his head.
When you think about it, everyone’s got a little man or woman sitting on their head telling them what to do and calling the shots. They can constipate you or they can let you live freely.