43: ICE FLOE - by Ed Valentine
© February 12, 2010 * ed@edvalentine.com
LIGHTS UP: An ice floe. A woman with flowers. Another with knitting.
KNITTING: This was the place, then?
FLOWERS: This very hole.
KNITTING: Yes, but. But how can you be sure, you know? One hole is very like another. A hole is just a hole. A void. A zed.
FLOWERS: I know.
KNITTING: Still. This was the place, you think.
FLOWERS: I know.
KNITTING: Well, then.
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He’s not coming back, you know.
FLOWERS: You didn’t need to say that.
(throws flowers in the hole)
Let’s go home.
(They don’t move. A long time watching the hole.)
Lights fade.
END OF PLAY.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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