It is dark. We can hear someone SHUFFLING ABOUT,
GULPING, then SLAMMING A GLASS on a counter. We
see the FLAME from a lighter, then the RED
CHERRY from a cigarette. A DOOR OPENS and then
LIGHTS UP. It’s an abandoned bar. At the counter
sits TIM, a shabby, drunken man smoking a
cigarette. He’s shielding his eyes from the
light. In addition to the counter, there is a
table with two chairs downstage. Near the door
upstage stands DEATH, with the hood and scythe.
DEATH has just flipped a switch. TIM, who is
facing away, has not noticed DEATH yet.
Welcome to the study of pomegranates and peaches.