Monologue

Mrs Heyst Monologue from Easter

From Easter by August Strindberg

female · contemplative · 43 sec

At the florist's on Cloister street. But the whole thing is very peculiar. It's supposed to have happened this way: the florist closed his place and went to church where his son--or was it his daughter?--was being confirmed. When he returned, about three o'clock--or perhaps it was four, but that doesn't matter--well, he found the door of the store wide open and his flowers were gone--at least a whole lot of them. Well, anyway, a yellow tulip was gone, which he missed first.

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