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A journey to a place someone really doesn't want to go. A one page drama. |
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Drama 1 minute 2M, 2F, or 1F, 1M any
A journey to a place someone really doesn't want to go.
A one page drama.
- Production: Nailing the Kipper (West Hollywood, CA)
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THE PLAY
A & B are traveling.
A: I thought it was right over - shit. No. No. That doesn't look right.
B: Not again!
A: Yellow with white trim, they said. Gingerbread. Think Victorian, froufrou, Mendocino.
B: You and your infallible landmark system. I thought you said you've been here.
A: Ancient times. The Dark Ages. Pre-you, post-
B: Ahh.
A: I wasn't really paying too much -- Everything looks different at night.
B: Everything looks different sober. (A beat.) Sorry.
A: Forget it, I shouldn't even be -
B: Hey, slow down! Where are you - Goddamn it!
A: This is a big mistake.
B: Just hold on! Jesus.
A: I'm not going.
B: We have to make an appearance, otherwise it's not --
A: Fuck the fucking etiquette, okay?
B: Okay.
A: Send a card. Send a bouquet. Send a donation to Save the Whales, I don't give a shit, I just don't want to --
B: Okay.
A: You'd think it would get easier. Time heals all - blah, blah, blah. Bunch of happy horseshit. Each one is worse.
Worse.
B: I agree.
A: It's like somebody is erasing my life, line by line. Big fucking eraser in the sky. "Hey, remember T? Everybody loved T, didn't they? Tough shit, pardner." Wipe, wipe, wipe. (pause) I need a drink.
B: No, you don't.
A: I need - I need -
B puts arms around A. A sobs. A beat.
B: Maybe it's white with yellow trim.
A: Yeah. Could be.
END OF PLAY.Copyright 2002 Linda Eisenstein. All rights reserved.
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