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ClosureThe last memory Lydia had of her parents took place in a McDonalds. They had just finished eating and Lydia was making her Happy Meal dinosaur do a tap dance. Her mother had smiled, and her father had remained as stony faced as ever. Then, like any other meal, they stood up to leave. Lydia didn’t notice. Her dinosaur was in the middle of its big finale.
Her mother had kissed her on the top of her head and whispered something—Lydia didn’t know what. She hadn’t heard over the crowd of the McDonalds, and by the time she thought to turn around and ask, her parents weren’t behind her anymore.
At first she didn’t move, because she knew they’d be back. Her parents weren’t like those parents in movies—they wouldn’t leave her. Even when her father got annoyed at her sluggishness, and her mother sighed about her whining, she knew they loved her. There had never been any doubt.
So she sat there until there was doubt. And then she sat the
The Liar, the Prude, and the Shepherd's Crook(A boy sits on a fence, staring out towards the audience in utter boredom. A shepherd’s crook sits beside him, leaning against the fence.)
Sheep… It had to be sheep… It’s not like sheep even do anything… They just stand there, and eat, and are pathetic all the time. (Pause, sighs) Stupid sheep.
(GIRL enters, pauses upon seeing BOY. She has dislike on her face as she pauses and tilts her nose to the air. She walks by him haughtily.)
That’s right, keep walking.
I will. (Turns back to look at him with a grin.) Because I don’t have to watch the sheep. I can go do whatever I like.
(Glares at her) I can do what I want too…
Really? I thought your father had you watching sheep.
Well, I choose to watch them. It’s a very important job, you know. Very um… regal.
Mmmhmm… Sure. So they’ve been giving you a lot of trouble then, have they? Been fighting off a lot of predators?
I fought two
Ashes to AshesCHARACTERS:
BERNICE: a woman in her 50s with a bad leg.
LYDIA: a woman in her early 20s who smiles too much.
(LYDIA sits at a desk center stage, texting, laughing every so often. An empty chair sits across from her desk at an angle. Another unoccupied desk sits farther stage right. BERNICE enters from stage left, using a cane, and approaches the desk. She stops, waits for LYDIA to notice her, and then out of impatience, raps her cane against the side of the desk. LYDIA looks up in surprise and immediately smiles, speaking with as much enthusiasm as possible.)
Hello! My name is Lydia and it is my absolute pleasure to help you today. If you’re looking for Wendell he’s just stepped out, but I’m sure if you waited for a moment—
Where are my seashells?
My seashells. They were from Costa Rica. They were very important.
I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you mean, ma’am. Where were these sea shells?
Age Challenged(MOM enters carrying a ridiculous amount of groceries. She sees STACEY sitting on the couch reading a book, and stops abruptly.)
(STACEY does not seem to hear her, just stays fixed on her book.)
Stacey! (no response) Stacey Louise Finney!
(looking up, clearly startled. Sees MOM and horror dawns on her) Oh no.
(Angrily) Oh yes.
Oh God… Mom, I’m so sorry.
Tell me you didn’t forget…
(Jumps off couch, pausing only long enough to dog-ear the page she was reading and toss the book down on the cushions. She runs to a nearby chair where a coat, hat, and scarf are sitting. She begins ramming these on to little success as she talks very quickly)
I’m so sorry. I’ll go get her. I’ll go get her right now. Oh God… I didn’t mean to forget. I mean, I didn’t forget. She said she’d call. Why didn’t she call? She must be so cold… What time is it?
I Didn't Mean to Tell Her...I didn’t mean to tell her. I know what you think of me… I know that we haven’t always gotten along… [silence] Okay, fine. We’ve never gotten along. But it’s not like we hate each other, right? [longer silence]
Fine, don’t say anything. I don’t care. I don’t care if you never talk to me again. [Speaker crosses arms and turns away, is silent for a moment, as if waiting for a response, and then unable to stand the silence, starts talking, never looking back.]
It was an accident, you know… Mia’s my best friend, and I was so upset, and there she was. How was I supposed to know that if I told her what happened she’d go so far? It was just between you and me before. I mean, I guess I said some pretty horrible things about you, but it’s not like it wasn’t true. And it didn’t mean you had to do that. What I said wasn’t that bad, and it was just to close friends. It’s not my fault they
Go Fish"Do you have any sevens?"
I sighed impatiently and pushed my blond bangs out of my eyes to hide the exasperation on my face. My sister, Megan, flashed me a warning look before turning back to answer Grandma Beatrice.
"No, Beatrice. Go fish." Megan spoke clearly, making her voice significantly louder and slower than usual, the same sort of way one would talk to the particularly young or stupid. Megan was a teenager, long and lanky, and not particularly curvy like a lot of her classmates. Her hair was blond like mine, but much longer, and curlier, pulled up into a ponytail to stay out of her face. She was pretty—I knew because people we were always telling us so—and had lots of things that she could have been doing with her friends, or alone, or even with me. Lots of things that we were way more fun than this.
Grandma Beatrice smiled, her chapped lips forming new cracks and crevices along their badly damaged surface, little pieces of slimy white skin sticking at the corner of her mouth a
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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