Literature

One glove On the fence, one small glove waves at everyone who passes. Yesterday it held a hand. Today it holds the shape of a hand, and a little rain. I turn it over so the thumb points home.

The last chair — a short play [Three students are setting up a display. Two chairs stand beside the table. A third chair is in the doorway.] TARA: Put it here. We need another seat. BEN: [Lifts the chair, then stops.] But if I put it there, nobody can reach the model. TARA: We promised three seats. LUC: [Moves the table slightly.] What if the table turns this way? BEN: [Carries the chair around the table.] Now there's a path! TARA: [Sits, then stands quickly.] And we can all see the model. LUC: Good. We built a bridge model. It would be a pity if nobody could get to it. [They laugh and begin putting out the labels.]