Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Setting: Mahogany table, designer notebooks, espresso shots lined up like ammunition.

Tara: "We should pitch it as disrupting traditional pipelines. Investors love that buzzword."

Jolene: "Disruption ... right. Is it disruption if it only displaces people without replacing the rot?"

Tara: "Sorry, what?"

Jolene: "Just wondering how far we can stretch language before it snaps." She flips a page in her notebook and writes nothing, just watches.

Scene: After Hours Call

Setting: Jolene, barefoot in her apartment, pacing. A dim lamp, a half glass of red. She's on speakerphone with Alec, her business partner, who's calling from his family's vineyard in Tuscany.

Alec: "You always sound a little ... I don't know. Distant."

Jolene, quietly: "I don't have your altitude, Alec. Hard to see the view from this end."

Alec: "Come on, it's not like I haven't worked hard."