As a warm-up to this year’s 31 plays in 31 days challenge, our fearless leaders ask we open an Alpha social media account and post (roughly) 256-character plays for five days. It’s already been lovely forcing myself to write a bit each day, and as such, here’s the fruit of my labors:
1: This feels remarkably like the way when we started.
2: How so?
1: We sit across from each other, you pretend to listen as I pretend to answer questions you don’t care about.
2: It’s been a pleasure working with you. Best of luck.
E works a needle into her skin; lets loose the tourniquet; collapses into an older woman’s arms.
E: No, no, this is what I wanted to have happen, what it is is what. You, too, said it’s best.
E slowly slumps into silence.
E: I’ll never be a mom.
A huge photo of the Eiffel Tower, black and white, projected upstage.
E: If in the wildest flights of fancy you can muster you dredged up a picture of what you love best, you’d not feel an atom of the love we share. Me. My lover. Skin on metal.
M: Your breath became labored and you gasped for more, why didn’t you stop to check my eyes?
W: They, you, were across the room, watching what you allowed.
M: I would never have allowed it.
W: Then why did it happen?
M: I wish I was drunk again.
Megan, 12, and her dog, Spot. Megan reads the paper and Spot leans against her.
They look to one another and Spot licks her nose. She puts the paper down and sighs.
M: Mom said the pills would begin working anytime now.
S: I can’t say I agree.
Soon begins the main event. Into the breach!