Play By Joel Fishbane A HUSBAND – a man in his 40s HUSBAND and WIFE are in the bedroom. HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND (Glancing in a mirror) I was so handsome in the war. There was a time when I was built like a God. HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND BRIDGET HUSBAND WIFE MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN MAN MAN MAN BRIDGET MAN BOTH MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET They exit. The two empty spotlights WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE The bedroom again, only the HUSBAND MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET She exits to go change. MAN takes a hot MAN BRIDGET (from off) MAN MAN BRIDGET (ibid) MAN BRIDGET BRIDGET appears. She’s wearing a silk MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET How do you think they’re getting on? BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET (after a pause) Blackout on the bedroom. The downstage WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND (taking her in his arms) WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET (looking at her legs) MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN Pause. BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET BRIDGET BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN WIFE HUSBAND HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND HUSBAND crosses out of one spotlight and WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE HUSBAND WIFE BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET MAN BRIDGET Curtain. Joel Fishbane’s novel ‘The Thunder of Giants’ is now available from St. Martin’s Press while his plays have appeared in Canada, the United States, and overseas. For more information, you are welcome to visit http://www.joelfishbane.net. To view more of his work click below.
lover’s flight
CHARACTERS
A WIFE – a woman in her 40s
A MAN – a youthful fantasy in his 20s.
BRIDGET – a youthful fantasy in her 20s.
I am sorry I got so ugly and old.
Well I’m sorry I stayed young and beautiful.
You did, you know, you really did.
No. Not like some.
Everyone else is a cow.
Even Bridget?
What’s that?
Nothing. Did you pay the phone bill?
You’re not still thinking of her.
Are you?
She’s nothing.
She’s young and beautiful.
I hadn’t noticed.
Our son likes her.
Our son takes drugs.
He has a crush on her. You can tell.
And?
Like father, like son.
Stop being a cliché.
Is that what I’m being?
Look I have a beautiful secretary. Lots of men do, it’s not a crime.
I’ll never understand why you men always need secretaries. All those years at business
school. Didn’t they teach you how to type?
She knows you don’t like her.
That’s because I don’t. Do you really think I’m a cliché?
Is a bird in the hand worth two in the bush?
I don’t say that. Do I? I do. I’m a cliché. The housewife cliché. The house, the boys, our
little dog. And I try so hard not to get sucked in. Sometimes I buy eggplant just to be
diferent. You can’t be a cliché if you buy eggplant. One can be as American as apple pie,
but anyone who likes eggplant is always an original.
(Pause)
You really don’t think about her?
WIFE (amused)
Which one?
Oh I don’t know. One of those strong, good looking ones who can handle a thunderbolt
without getting hurt.
Remember my legs? And my breasts! Sometimes I could get away with not wearing a
bra. My breasts were always where they needed to be, all on their own.
I love you very much.
You never answered my question.
There is nothing to answer. The thought of Bridget at the typewriter does not appeal to
me. You still have the legs you had when you were young.
What about my breasts?
I could never like a woman who doesn’t wear a bra. I would find it very suspicious.
He kisses her. They begin making
love….and downstage, on the Husband’s
side of the bed, BRIDGET appears in a
spotlight. She is seated at a small typewriter.
She gets up to do something and realizes
she’s wearing a beautiful slinky dress.
Huh. I don’t remember putting that on.
Is it all right?
It’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be all right?
Downstage on the WIFE’s side of the bed, a
MAN appears in a spotlight. Shirtless, sexy,
etc. He looks over and sees BRIDGET.
Hey.
Hi.
That’s a remarkable dress.
You know, I don’t think it’s mine. I have no memory of buying it. Who are you?
You think he’s the only one thinking of someone else?
The MAN looks around, as if to see if
anyone is watching. Then he exits his
spotlight and crosses over into BRIDGET’s.
His spotlight remains: the emptiness is
important.
Hello again.
How did you do that?
I saw you in that dress and I couldn’t resist.
But how did you do it?
Do you always ask so many questions?
I’m inquisitive. He finds it erotic. Do you work for her?
Nah, she saw me in the park.
This is so weird.
First time?
Isn’t it yours?
Nah. I’ve been in a dozen fantasies. I have that look. Women respond to me.
That must keep you pretty busy.
Uh-huh. She’s been thinking about me for the better half of the week. Sometimes when
she buys eggplant. It’s very strange. How old are you?
In real life I’m thirty-seven. Do I look thirty-seven?
You do not look thirty-seven.
I think he made me younger. And look at this. He got rid of that thing on my leg. I had
this thing on my leg and he got rid of it. My legs are perfect. And, you know, I don’t
believe I’m wearing a bra.
(Pause. She admires herself.)
You should probably get back there.
Am I disturbing you?
No, but he’ll be along any minute. That’s how these dreams of his go. I’m typing
feverishly. There’s a letter that just has to be out by five o’clock. Then he comes in and
kisses me. And I say “Oh No! You’re my boss! What would the shareholders say?” Then
one thing leads to another and I miss my deadline. The whole thing lasts about five
minutes.
What’s with the typewriter?
He thinks they’re sexy. He doesn’t like computers.
She always pictures me in the park. I’m jogging. Shirtless, as if I’d ever do that, but never
mind. She’s jogging too, and we just sort of see each other. And it’s like…
Lightning?
No, rather like an atomic blast. We collide and nothing is ever the same.
You don’t sound very impressed.
She doesn’t wear a bra.
Ew.
I find it very suspicious.
I didn’t think he ever thought about me. He’s so, I don’t know. He has this streak of
morality.
Do you think of him? I mean, does the real you think of him?
I don’t think so. I think she has a streak of morality too. But, you know, there are these
Saturday nights when she thinks, to hell with it, she’d break up six marriages and start a
war if it’ll mean she has someone else’s clothes in the laundry.
Do you know I can’t remember the last time I washed someone else’s clothes.
BRIDGET
It’s a very underrated form of intimacy.
I’ve always thought so.
BRIDGET
Is that a fact?
And I don’t mean her underwear, I mean the simple pleasure of running a women’s t-shirt
through the wash.
BRIDGET
Or a pair of socks –
– a skirt –
– pyjamas –
– shorts –
– a towel.
Pause. They look at each other.
You hungry?
Starved.
C’mon, let’s grab a curry.
Can we do that?
Baby, we’re fantasies. We can do whatever we want.
Then let’s try that place on 14th street, you can never get a seat.
remain. We return to our married
couple, who are clearly unenthused.
You all right?
It’s nothing. I just….I just can’t seem to concentrate….
You have too much on your mind.
No, that’s not it. In fact it’s the opposite. I have nothing on my mind. My mind is
suddenly a complete and utter blank.
We should stop.
What? No, we can keep going. If you want.
Oh. Well. I….
Or not.
I’m pretty sure I’m tired.
Of course.
It’s the thought that counts. There I go again. Another cliché.
It’s why I love you.
(A chaste kiss)
Good night.
Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.
They lie on their backs and stare into space.
Lights fade.
II
and WIFE are gone. BRIDGET and MAN
enter.
This is it, then.
It’s…..
You don’t like it?
No, it’s very….
Small, I know. I didn’t pick it. This is the place –
– the place all those unhappy women imagine you take them to.
Exactly. You’d think they’d give me something bigger. Look up.
Mirrors?
You believe that?
Everything the unhappy woman could ever want.
At least I got cable. Closets are empty. For some reason, women never seem to imagine
me with any clothes. It gets very cold in the winter. There are some kimonos if you want
one.
Kimonos?
A businesswoman saw me rollerblading by the lake. In her fantasy, I wear a kimono and
make sushi.
I like that. Simple.
The simple ones are always the best.
What’s the hardest fantasy you’ve ever had to be in?
I once had to make love to a woman while skydiving. No parachutes. We were just in
freefall until she woke up. Here. Wear this one. I don’t have any food, but there’s a hot
plate. I’ll make you some tea.
You should have some too.
plate out from under the bed. He makes tea.
After this we’ll give the TV whirl. It has every channel under the sun, even some that
don’t exist. One woman, she has this thing about watching midgets play miniature golf.
Some people. And, at five, there’s that show about a guy who solves crimes with his dog.
Love that show.
Never miss it. See the one where the dog falls in love?
BRIDGET (ibid)
I don’t think so.
Well the dog falls in love with a cocker spaniel, only in turns out the cocker spaniel’s
owner is a jewel thief, so when they arrest her, the cocker spaniel has to go up north to
live with someone else.
Life is just one great tragedy after another.
You’re making fun of me.
Yes. But only a little.
kimono.
Look at you.
Am I still every man’s fantasy?
You’re rapidly becoming mine.
MAN
Will you stop thinking of them? There’s just us now. You look beautiful.
That’s what he always tells me.
Right before you tell him to think of the shareholders?
Sometimes, in that moment before he arrives, I try to think of ways to make myself ugly.
I really do. And it’s not that I don’t enjoy the attention, it’s just that I really like my work.
I like being a secretary. I’m good at it. There are days when I wish I wasn’t so young and
beautiful, just so I can walk to the photocopier in peace. Let me tell you something,
anyone who wants to be young and beautiful can have it. Beautiful is hard work. You
gotta work at being beautiful. Primping, polishing. And all those diets. I’d settle for
lovely. Lovely is nice. You don’t kick Lovely out of bed for smoking. And there’s a lot of
leg room with lovely. You get a little older, you get a few spots or some stain that just
won’t ever come out, it doesn’t matter. You’re still lovely. You ever notice how beauty is
not in the marriage vows?
Hmm?
They say “through sickness and through health” but not “through age and loss of beauty”.
You’d think they’d want to mention that.
They’ll say it at our wedding.
Well don’t you move pretty fast.
I can’t help it. It’s how I’m built. I’m designed to just walk in and sweep a lady off her
feet.
He sweeps her off her feet and kisses her.
She breaks away.
Oh No! You’re my boss! What would the shareholders say?
(Beat)
Sorry. Force of habit.
(Another kiss)
I still feel sort of guilty. Don’t you feel guilty? We just ran out on them.
Haven’t you ever played hookey before?
I’ve never done anything before. This is my first time.
Well as someone who has been over a dozen fantasies, let me tell you something: we
deserve every chance we get. I live for those moments when everyone’s happy. There
aren’t many. Want to know my busiest time? Christmas. People are so unhappy on
Christmas. It’s all the stress. Women climb into bed and dream of what they’d really like
to find in their stocking. You think it’s easy to climb into those things? Let me tell you
it’s not. You ask me, I’m perfectly happy to enjoy a little time out.
Then…then you don’t feel bad?
Heaven forbid they should think of each other.
We’re just daydreams. We’re harmless.
Look, it’s not that I’m without sympathy. I’m a very sympathetic guy. People want to
dream of winning the lotto, I’m all for it. But all these fantasy encounters….well really,
grow up and get a divorce.
Divorce is a sin.
What are you, Catholic?
Not in real life. I think it just turns him on.
You see? That’s my point. Look. She can be forgiven for inventing things about me. Who
am I? Just some hot stud she saw in the park. But you’re his secretary. He’s inventing you
when he doesn’t have to. He could leave his wife and be with the real thing.
The real thing would never be able to wear this kimono.
Well you can go back if you want, but I’m not doing it.
You’re not?
No. You’ve inspired me. I quit.
Can…can we do that?
I told you: we can do anything we want.
But…but we have a responsibility.
To who? I’m tired of being everyone’s daydream. I want to be my own. Tell me what
you’re doing tonight.
I’m supposed to be in an erotic dream at about two-thirty.
Skip it.
I can’t just…if I’m not there, it’ll just be him. Alone. It’ll be so sad.
What do you want? Let’s go to Chile. You ever been to Chile? Or Paris. That’s what
we’ll do. We’ll elope and walk barefoot down the banks of the Seine.
I’m barefoot right now.
Then we’ll get you some shoes.
And will we buy you a shirt?
Hell yes. Something tailored and pink. I love pink.
Pink.
On men it can be very sexy.
Shoes and shirts. They’re dreaming about sex and all we want are shoes and shirts.
I never age. My hair never grows and I never get sick. And I will be entirely yours, if you
want me. Say you want me.
Which way to Paris?
Lights. Parisian music.
III
spotlight lights up, the one with typewriter.
Only now,, it is the WIFE who is sitting at
it. She gets up to do something and realizes
she’s wearing a slinky dress. (preferably the
same one BRIDGET wore earlier, or one
similar). She admires herself. HUSBAND
enters, grabs her and kisses her.
Oh No! You’re my boss! It’s not fair to the other secretaries.
Shareholders.
Hmm?
“Oh no. You’re my boss. What would the shareholders think.”
Hmm. You don’t like my way better?
Just say the lines. Let’s try it again.
He exits. WIFE goes back to typing.
She gets up. HUSBAND enters and
grabs her.
Oh no! You’re my boss! I’m pretty sure this isn’t permitted in the company’s by-laws!
You know what, never mind.
I’m sorry, I just don’t see how committing sexual harassment can be a compelling
fantasy. And what’s with the typewriter?
You really know how to take the piss out of everything.
I don’t, do I? I’m sorry. Let’s try it again.
I’m not in the mood.
Come on. I was just teasing.
This was a bad idea. Let’s just go to bed.
You want to fantasize about falling asleep? Oh no! What would the shareholders think?
Where are you going?
To call the kids.
They’ll be asleep.
It’s nine o’clock.
They’re at your mother’s house. Trust me, they’re asleep.
Look at us. Aren’t we something? Kids are away and all we’re doing is going to bed.
Don’t look at me. I wanted to do something different. Want to get drunk?
Do we have anything worth drinking?
I think there’s some cough syrup in the bathroom.
Never mind. Do you think we’d still be like this even if we never had kids?
I don’t want to think about it. I like being a father.
And I like being a mother. But you have to admit, they are a handful. Look at us. I once
had perfect legs and you used to be built like a God. Let’s say the children were taken
care of for a long time. They’re in Neverland. Or the circus. Let’s say they ran away to
the circus. So we know they’re…taken care of. Now: what should we do?
God, I’d be drunk for a week. We have to stop, this is cruel.
It’s just a fantasy.
I don’t usually fantasize about our kids joining the circus.
Neither do I. But for some reason, I can’t seem to remember any of my usual fantasies.
It’s as if they’ve flown the coop.
All right. So where are you?
What’s that?
In this fantasy about the kids and the circus. Where are you?
Well, I guess I’ve left too. If that’s what you’d prefer.
You think I’d prefer that?
Wouldn’t you? Maybe I’m off learning to be a clown. Or a magician’s assistant. That’s it.
I’ve gone to be a magician’s assistant.
Why not the magician?
I’d never be any good.
That’s your mother talking. Whenever you beat yourself up, it’s not you, it’s that woman.
Why can’t you be a magician? You could be anything you like.
Do you really think so? I’ve always…well, to tell you the truth, I’ve always wanted to
saw someone in half.
So do it. Saw me.
What?
Saw me in half.
I’m not….
HUSBAND
Come on. Here. I’m lying down. Saw me in half. I dare you to saw me in half.
This is ridiculous.
Use something sharp, it won’t hurt as much.
Another time. You need two people. That’s how they do it. I saw a documentary.
Someone hides in a box and pretends to be your legs.
We’ll do it. We’ll use the kids. We’ll do it at your mother’s birthday and show her
exactly what kind of daughter she has.
You really think I’d be any good?
Why not? It’s just a trick.
Imagine me with the power to saw men in half.
I’d like you like that.
Would you?
I hope you won’t run off.
What’s that?
Just…if you ever thought of leaving. To join the circus. Or to join anything. I’m just
saying, that I’d prefer it if you didn’t.
Really? Sometimes I’m not so sure.
You can’t really think that.
Sometimes I think you’d rather have Bridget. Or that girl from accounting.
Claire? Never. Listen: Bridget is a good secretary. She can type sixty words a minute. But
she could never saw me in half. And you look much better in that dress than she does.
God you’re great. Can I tell you something? This is how you are in my dreams. You’re
exactly like this. What do you want to do? I know. Here go out. I’m ready to try it again.
Never mind that. I told you, now I want you to saw me in half. Then I’m going to try and
pull you out of a hat.
I’d never fit.
Don’t say that.
I’m too round in the middle.
So what? Be round in the middle. I’ll just buy a bigger hat.
They kiss.
Oh no! What would the shareholders think?
Perfect.
Lights out on them. French music again.
IV
Lights up on the bedroom, only now it’s a
hotel room in Paris. BRIDGET and MAN
enter. MAN is wearing a pink polo shirt.
BRIDGET wears a sarong. They are
barefoot and carry their shoes.
MAN (Laughing)
You see that? Wasn’t that nice?
Barefoot along the Seine. It was perfect.
Put on your shoes. Go on, I want to see it.
How’s this?
Look at you. You in shoes. And look at this shirt.
Yes.
Did I not say….?
It’s definitely pink. .
You don’t like it.
I feel like we’ve were walking forever.
We were.
My feet are killing me.
Allow me. I have a doctorate in foot massage.
Is that a fact?
(She allows him to massage his feet.)
Mmm. That’s pretty good. How long have we been in Paris? No, don’t tell me. I don’t
care. This is nice. Don’t stop. You stopped. What is it?
Nothing, it’s nothing.
What?
It’s just…well, see for yourself.
What is that?
I don’t…
Is that…?
It’s probably just a bit of dirt. Let me wash it off.
It’s not coming off. It’s the thing. The thing on my leg. It’s not supposed to be there.
Hold still, I think it’s coming off.
I don’t like this. Let’s get out of here. Let’s go to the beach.
All right.
We’re still here.
Strange.
Take me to the beach.
All right, give me a second, I have to concentrate.
Pause.
I don’t understand.
I don’t either. Unless.
Unless what?
No. It’s not possible.
What? Tell me.
Well I heard of something like this happening. People stop thinking about us and
suddenly we can’t go anywhere.
That’s ridiculous. People think about us all the time. Unless we’ve been gone longer than
we thought. How long have we been here?
I really don’t know.
Have we been forgotten?
Don’t be silly.
Has the world moved on without us?
Ridiculous.
BRIDGET (looking at him)
Is that a grey hair?
Oh my God.
You see!
Oh my God. I’ve been forgotten. I think I can actually feel myself getting old. How many
grey hairs do you see?
Just the one. No, wait, two. No wait. You know what, never mind.
MAN
How did this happen?
Maybe he got a new secretary. I’ll bet it was Claire in accounting.
MAN
You don’t forget about us. Look at us.
Maybe she saw another man jogging.
Bite your tongue.
Or maybe….
What?
….they’ve started thinking of each other.
What? Impossible.. I mean, they were so….bored with each other.
I know. The stories he told me. Apparently, she used to clip coupons in bed.
What about him and his psoriasis? You think that’s attractive?
Right. Forget it. Not possible at all.
Is that a mole?
That’s it. I’m throwing myself out the window. Don’t try to stop me.
Stop.
All right.
The important thing is not to panic. All right, so we’ve been forgotten. It’s a tragedy, but
it’s not the end of the world. The important thing is that we learn from the experience.
I don’t feel like I’ve learned anything. My feet hurt and I’m miserable. I think I have gas.
Look, we still have each other. That isn’t so terrible, is it?
I suppose not.
Kiss me.
I don’t really think I’m in the mood.
We are young and passionate. People like us are always in the mood. Kiss me!
They kiss. It’s fairly unromantic, but they
should get points for the effort.
You see? What more do we need?
I just wish I knew how this happened.
Passionate people don’t care about the past. We seize the moment and take whatever
comes.
Another kiss. The man removes BRIDGET’s
sarong and throws it on the ground.
Suddenly, BRIDGET moans and the MAN
pulls away.
What is it?
You just said his name.
No I didn’t.
You’re thinking of him.
Don’t be ridiculous.
Don’t deny it.
I’m sorry. I just can’t stop.
Forget them. See how they like it.
I can’t help it. But if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think I’m doing it right. It’s very
domestic. Whenever I close my eyes, all he’s doing is running around topless, looking for
his psoriasis cream.
I know. I keep seeing her clipping coupons in a kimono.
Ha! So you are thinking of her! I knew it.
We have to get past this.
We can’t. You ran away with me. Now you’re thinking of running away with her. Who’s
next? Where does it end?
I love you very much.
You aren’t answering the question.
There is nothing to answer. The thought of another woman does not appeal to me. This is
love. This is love and you still have those legs you had when you were young.
They start making love. Downstage, on the
MAN’s side, the WIFE appears clipping
coupons in a kimono (the same one
BRIDGET wore earlier). She gets up and
notices what she’s wearing.
Huh. I don’t remember putting that on.
Downstage, on BRIDGET’s side (which
should be the same side with the typewriter),
the HUSBAND enters. He is topless.
Honey, I can’t seem to find my psoriasis cream….wow.
WIFE
I know.
That is a remarkable kimono.
I don’t think it’s mine. This isn’t our bedroom. Where are we?
I… think it’s a beach.
into the other.
How did you do that?
I’m not really sure.
This is a lovely fantasy.
Did you think of it?
Not me. I’d have taken us to Paris.
God. You know what? I think it’s someone else’s.
I think you’re right. Can you imagine. Someone somewhere fantasizing about us.
Well I don’t blame them. Look at those legs.
And you. You, sir, are built like a God.
I wonder who it is.
Who cares? We’re here. I say we enjoy it while we can. Come on.
What are we doing?
It’s a fantasy isn’t it? I’m going to saw you in half.
From nowhere, she produces a saw. They
exit. The two empty spotlights remain.
You all right?
Nothing. I just….I just can’t seem to concentrate….
You have too much on your mind.
No, that’s not it. In fact it’s the opposite. I have nothing on my mind. My mind is
suddenly a complete and utter blank.
We should stop. I’m pretty sure I’m tired.
Of course.
It’s the thought that counts.
I love you.
(A chaste kiss)
Good night.
Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. I don’t know why I said that.
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