Not a Clue

by Chloé Delaume

  I’m the one who lives in the smoking lounge. I’m the one, and I saw you kill. You must understand I sprinkle the board with pellets, I am the game of Clue’s death row, therefore I promise your torture will be complete. I put the cards, the miniature weapons, and the score sheets back in the box. As for my reserve of strychnine, I have no choice, you know. If I don’t kill this rat, he’ll die.

  Endgame

  Bare interior. Gray light. Left and right back, high up, two small windows, curtains drawn.

  Chloé:

  Well, did you finish reading it?

  Dr. Lagarigue:

  Yes.

  Chloé:

  Well, can I go home Tuesday?

  Dr. Lagarigue:

  My answer is in your title.