So I have an idea for another drama to write, spawned out of an exercise we've done in my writing class. Right now in my mind it's a drama, but who knows it may turn into a comedy. Basically what I'm writing is on the spot or made up of tiny pieces I've already written.
Scene 1
(Lights up. Living Room and kitchen of a small apartment. The kitchen area blends right into the living area where STACY sits doing a crossword puzzle at the coffee table. TERRY stands in the kitchen dicing vegetables on a cutting board, on the island. A pot of bubbling liquid is on the burner behind him. Only the sound of the knife and the clock on the wall is heard.)
TERRY
I have to go to Detroit tomorrow.
STACY
Why?
TERRY
I'll be gone for the next two days. After tonight, there should be enough left overs for dinner for that time.
(Long silence)
STACY
I didn't know that.
TERRY
Didn't know what - that I'll be gone for two days or that there will be enough for left overs?
STACY
You never tell me you're going until last minute.
TERRY
I swear I told you last week something about it . . .
STACY
No, you never tell me, it's always like this.
TERRY
Well you can call my boss to confirm the trip if you're worried it's not legitimate this time.
STACY
Can you not bring that up, please? I'd like to finish this puzzle with a little sanity.
TERRY
Well, maybe you could put down the puzzle for a minute and could help me in here? It might be nice to do something together before I leave . . .
STACY
What is that supposed to mean? Are you blaming me?
TERRY
I'm not saying anything.
STACY
Yes, you are, you don't want to blame yourself so you're throwing it on me?
TERRY
(trying to cool the situation)
We've already talked about this - we don't need to talk about it again.
STACY
Do you want me to call my lawyer, maybe you can talk to him about it!
TERRY
(angry now)
Why am I even in here making this dinner for you! For US! Is this just another futile attempt for me to put our lives back together - am I just wasting my time and energy for nothing?
STACY
Oh, don't even -
TERRY
Damn it, Stacy! You know what? We don't need these vegetables, we don't!
(TERRY begins knocking the vegetables off the cutting board and throwing them around the room.)
There just a representation of all the times we've wasted so why don't we just let the dog eat 'em!
(This is all I'm writing in this for now. I think the wording on the end here will change, but this is still of course right in the middle of the scene :). I love leaving you hanging :P.)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This shows promise. The stakes are high, and the conflict is strong. (And the knife makes me nervous.) I'm wondering how you can go any higher in this scene -- I'm intrigued to read how it plays out.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I don't want anyone getting killed with a knife. No. So I wonder if I'm breaking a rule by showing one . . .even in a vegetable cutting way :P.
ReplyDelete