Gerald: We are all going to die one day. Do not think of such things now, make peace with yourself. Im sure if we go into the bedroom all of these thoughts will melt away like the snow that has stuck to the ground in during winter and disappears in spring.

Jacqueline: I cannot. Not when you speak of the market.

Gerald: But what can a simple market have to do with death and your unreasonable thoughts?

Jacqueline: I am unhappy.

Gerald: My intentions were that of a good husband while at the market, I never meant to derail your happiness in any such way. For, if I did I apologize a thousand times and again, because I love you. I love you more than my own self. I would never want to impose any hurt upon your beautiful being. I, especially, would never want hinder you from wanting to give me my husbandly rights.

Jacqueline: Gerald, it is not you that disturbs my being. It is the idea of the market that has gotten me in this conundrum. The isles and isles of food, cleaning solutions, and frozen goods, have encouraged certain thoughts of sadness to arise.

Gerald: What thoughts of sadness do you speak of, Jacqueline?

Jacqueline: The market is drab and dark these days. I often find myself searching for something else. Two weeks ago I was in the pickles and deli section, and I saw all those ketchup bottles side by side. As I caressed the long necks of the bottles they reminded me of my youth and the never ending summers. Then I stuck my index finger into the glass to taste the red savory tomato paste inside and it seemed to symbolize the way my heart has seized to beat as quickly as it once did. Those bottles taunted me as they stood strategically placed in line, like little condiment solders. Everything persuaded me of one thing; how incredibly alone I am. ( takes out a gun but does nothing with it yet)

Gerald: I.....(Gerald goes to say something but is cut off)

Jacqueline: ( off track) There is no need to disrupt my monologue, Gerald. ( back on track) It seems that lately I have been distracted from my every day activities. I can no longer simply travel away to the market to weigh the heads of lettuce to see which will make a better salad. Now everything I do forces me to dive deep into the soul of my thoughts. Instead of thinking about the salad I think about how I chop the lettuce into small slivers and how I am that lettuce underneath the piercing knife of life. Instead of conforming to buying a 10-pound turkey for dinner, I find that I can only purchase one that has a weight of 8 pounds. Everything has changed. Honestly, it is horribly devastating and dreadfully embarrassing. I cannot understand what is going on. ( plays with the gun subtly)

Gerald: Maybe, I can assist you in some way. ( quickly) Lets make love. After all, I do love you.Jacqueline: You do?

Gerald: Yes, darling I do ( touches her face) You have very nice skin. Lets make love.

Jacqueline: Well, all that doesnt matter now because the entirety of me is different.

Gerald: What do you mean?

Jacqueline: I feel as though my life has come to a halt.

 Gerald: Im sure I could do something about that. ( Jacqueline starts to cry) Why are you crying?

Jacqueline: Youre jesting surely. ( pauses, thinks) I wonder what all of the simple people around me are pondering. Do they think they way I do? I am dreadfully unsatisfied. I am sure they must be as well. But it appears that at the market they walk around with no cares about death or unhappiness. They are all happy and I am not. Do they engage in pointless laughter when realizing the pettiness of their own lives? Are the questioning what would happen if all the isles would be rearranged to cause mayhem and tomfoolery in the market? How have they come to this point in which existence is incredibly simple. They are simple. They can eat 10-pound turkeys for Gods sake. But then it seems that I am the terribly unhappy one. Oh I am so ugly, and so slow-witted. Maybe it is I who should change. All the happy people there remind me of how very alone I am.

Gerald: You are not alone.

Jacqueline: I am not?

Gerald: You have me.

Jacqueline: I have nothing, we all die alone. ( she goes to shoot herself and misses and kills him) Damn.