The self-imposed rule of this short play starts out feeling like a gimmick, but quickly becomes a metaphor for our inability to connect with our fellow human beings on anything more than a superficial level, and the piece transcends being more than a writing exercise. It's 14 pages, but with almost every line being limited to one word, you have no excuse not to read it. So, stop reading this and start reading An Audience of One, by Michael C. O'Day!
The self-imposed rule of this short play starts out feeling like a gimmick, but quickly becomes a metaphor for our inability to connect with our fellow human beings on anything more than a superficial level, and the piece transcends being more than a writing exercise. It's 14 pages, but with almost every line being limited to one word, you have no excuse not to read it. So, stop reading this and start reading An Audience of One, by Michael C. O'Day!