X: THE PRICE OF NEEDLES - by Ed Valentine
© March 13, 2010 * ed@edvalentine.com
LIGHTS UP: 2 Pioneer Women. Sitting across from each other in rocking chairs. At some distance. They are sewing. They are in one enormous dress – like two dresses connected at the hem, so that the dress spans the expanse between them.
1: The price of needles has gone up.
2: What?
1: I said, the price of needles has gone up.
2: Oh. Yes, the weasels are nice. Yes, I put them in the coop.
1: You’re useless. And the price of needles is too dear.
2: That is clear, yes.
1: Between the cost of needles and thimbles and thread, I don’t know what we’ll do. Soon we’ll be eating the slop from the pigs. And then where will we be?
2: I’m hungry. Hungry!
1: Keep sewing, Sister. Sun’s almost down.
2: You loved a rodeo clown?
1: I said, KEEP SEWING.
2: You talk too loud.
Sun goes down. They sew. Lights out.
BLACKOUT.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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