Conditions
A play promoting capitalism provokes a resounding response.
Dasmer Fence walked the planks. “I’ve been trying to make capitalism not a noxious term but a term of love and truth. Thank you.”
The applause deafened. It lasted for ten minutes. People threw roses on stage. He walked backstage and the applause grew louder. Then he joined the cast and somehow, the applause grew even louder. This actually hurt their ears. Fence came out and quieted the crowd. Blood actually streamed from the ears of the audience and the play’s actors.
Everyone received treatment. No serious injuries persisted. Fence said, “Thank you, but don’t clap!” The crowd just laughed.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have a wide audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
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