Wayne Literary Review 2020: Identity

CHORUS: Whatever.

The hand that guided her wrists so artfully is too high a target to fire our crooked arrows on.

HESTIA: Name that hand.

CHORUS: No. HESTIA: Why? CHORUS: He is nameless.

HESTIA: Oh. CHORUS: You’ll face him soon enough.

HESTIA: How do you know?

CHORUS: Didn’t you read the Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)?

HESTIA: It said Unnamed, not nameless.

CHORUS: Same thing.

HESTIA: Not really.

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