high point of the day

Compose, check, check again and once more, close eyes and pray, and then hit “send.” Kaboom!

(Stagehand cues Alamogordo test film.)

Broadcast email: Such raw, awesome power; such reach, such breadth. A chorus of dings and clicks; chairs swivel and eyes train. Read receipts flicker up the screen like ocean over the bow of the Titanic, and replies constitute second, third, and fourth waves, battering, and ultimately puncturing, my hull.

“I look forward to your training course.”
“I will be out of town that week. Could you offer your course on another date?”
“I do not have time to attend. Could you just send the PowerPoint deck?”

(Exit protagonist. Fade to black.)

17-March 2003