The Witch (Or: How I Found My Car Keys)

(Lights up. A druggist, now retired, enters methodically. His name is unknown. It is written on a name tag, but illegible. He steps across his front lawn to get the daily newspaper. PATRICIA, his neighbor, enters.)

Patricia: Some weather, huh?

?????: It's gonna rain.

Patricia: (confused) It's raining now.

?????: Well, this is more like a sprinkle.

(A clap of thunder. Lights down.)