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AIive and Well
Kenny Finkle

Carla Keenan, 30's
Carla, a newly unemployed and single New York City journalist, has taken
a mysteriou
s, well paying job in Virginia looking for The Lonesome Soldier,
a Confederate Soldier who has b
een making appearances around the state.
her guide Zach is proving every bit as annoying as the miles of tramping lost
rough the woods with no cell reception and getting caught in a torrential
r. Now havingfound respite in an old cabin and a flask of whiskey
she d
rops her tough as nails demeanor to reveal to Zach what brought her to
is plaoe in her life.
CARLA: You offend me, you know that? How can you not like marshmallows?
Marshmallows are delicious. When I was eight I ate marshmallows
for seven days straight once. I love marshmallows. Marshmallows,
marshmallows, marshmallows, mershmallllsss ... My grandmother loved
marshmallows too.
She taught me about art. My grandmother did. She used to take me
to museums eyery Saturday when I was growing up and we'd look at art
together. And she was an artist too. She wouldn't have called herself that
though, she would have called herself a housewife. But she did make art
Mr. Clemenson. Beautiful art. She had this one piece, I don't know how
to explain it, its just a piece of marble that she shaped in two concentric
pieces but one of the sides comes to a point, and out of it there's a break      , ~
in the marble, a different color, a red, that makes a line down to the \\ \e'
bottom of the piece, a little crack ,9f red in th~~_~,~U.!.,!.ll~,£.,I!.l~<:'C ;
i~:~~~!.l.!ucl: pai~. And I don't know why. I want to know why it makes
me feel. She just 'died. She was the most important person in my life,
I'd talk to her about everything and now I have no one to talk to about
anything. I'm lost without her. I don't know who I am or what I'm
supposed to be doing anymore. I don't know right from wrong. I've lost
my moral compass. I've lost my way. What am I saying? Mr. Clemenson
I do believe this whiskey has gone straight to my head.

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