As the Dog Bone Turns
[The afternoon sun streams through lace curtains as MARTY, a handsome golden retriever with soulful eyes, paces nervously across the parlor floor. His tail droops with unbearable melancholy.]
MARTY: [Voice trembling with emotion] “Must I forever bear this cross? This terrible, aching loneliness that gnaws at my very soul?” [He pauses by the window, gazing out with desperate longing] “She promised…she PROMISED she would return by noon. But where—oh, WHERE—could Margaret be?”
[A clock chimes ominously in the background. MARTY collapses onto the davenport with a heavy sigh.]
MARTY: [Whispering to himself] “Perhaps…perhaps she has forgotten me entirely. Cast me aside like yesterday’s newspaper. After all I’ve done—the slippers I’ve fetched, the loyalty I’ve shown! Was it all…for nothing?”
[Suddenly, footsteps echo on the front porch. MARTY’s ears perk up. His heart races with desperate hope.]
MARTY: [Rising slowly, voice catching] “Could it be? Dare I allow myself to hope again, only to have my heart shattered into a thousand pieces?”
[The doorknob turns slowly…tantalizingly slowly. MARTY holds his breath.]
MARTY: [In anguished anticipation] “My entire world hangs in the balance of this single moment. If it isn’t her—if it’s only the mailman again—I fear my fragile heart cannot withstand another devastating blow!”
[The door begins to open…]
TO BE CONTINUED…
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