Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Zero at the Bone' by David Wheatley | Page 48

MCDONALD
I often go out looking for night-fliers.
A storm petrel, say. But what would you care?
I might stumble, too, on a fox in its lair.
NEMO
I’ll say.
MCDONALD
With a prize catch in hand.
NEMO
Such as?
MCDONALD
Enough to fill one large hessian sack?
NEMO
That’d be the postman, stumbling back
from this asylum of yours, and stuck in the ditch.
MCDONALD
Or perhaps you like to collect wild flowers?
NEMO
At night?
MCDONALD
You get all kinds in a place like this.
NEMO
Speak for yourself.
MCDONALD
So you wouldn’t object
44