Blood On The Keys

A Play In One Act

                    ANTHONY
    (hunching over his external keyboard,
    no one has so far noticed the blood dripping from his hands,
    little splatters spreading across the keys, as he mutters to himself) 

My death. No. My time. No. My death. OK. That's it. 
    (He shakes his left hand toward the floor, red drops fly downward.)
Must finish. No time. Must finish. Must finish.
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