A short Restoration comedy
by SJ Griffin
Int. Cafe, North London. Present day.
It’s cold outside and two people are talking earnestly, a blue foolscap folder lies on the table between them. Reader opens the folder and flicks through the top few pages. The top page says The Replacement by SJ Griffin in bold capital letters. Writer sips green tea nervously.
When do you need it back?
Well, as soon as possible ideally but you know, whenever you can.
I’ll stop reading Restoration and start reading this then. Have you read Restoration?
No. Who’s that by again?
(suddenly cheerful, leaps to feet and gambols around the cafe, shouting) Ha! Take that Tremain! Take that!