Fade-in: Somewhere in the Sahara; sunrise; summertime (isn't it always?). A dark oasis. Shifting sands. Smouldering fires in the distance. A man and a woman, Rudolf and Gloria; he, the silent lover;she, Madame Sans Gene (What became of Gene?) hearts in exile from the big city.
Gloria (heaving her bosom): “Who are you? Why did you bring me here?”
Rudolf (flashing his eyes): A son of the desert; because I have nothing but
intolerance for foolish wives who continually say, “Don't change your husband.”
Gloria: “Where did you come from?”
Rudolf: “Way down east. Beyond the rocks west of Zanzibar, near Hell's Hinges.”
Gloria: “Barbary sheep. broken blossoms, soft cushions, orchids and ermines –
these are a few of my favorite things.”
Rudolf: “A fool there was reaching for the moon; he put greed first and safety last.
The Arab made a mockery of the wages of virtue, choosing instead the way of all
flesh; thereby incurring the wrath of the gods. He made a blind bargain after
midnight. Among those present were alien souls who had been bound in Morocco during lilac time. Freed by the avenging conscience of the man who laughs, they made their way through blood and sand, and the dust of Egypt, until they reached civilization. One exciting night, under crimson skies, some trifling women noticed lines of white on a sullen sea. They braved the unknown and went down to the sea in ships, drifting across to Singapore. There they
took the road to Mandalay where they remained outside the law, nevertheless wining the hearts of the world.
Gloria (sighing) “Isn't life wonderful?
Copyright 2010 by Philip Leibfried