gauchecritic
When there are grey skies
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A country road. A tree.
Evening
Neonlyte sits at the side of a word processor attempting to pull off one letter from the keyboard. He pulls at it with both hands. Gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again as before.
Enter Shereads.
NEONLYTE: (giving up again) Nothing to be done.
SHEREADS: That's what I keep saying. To anyone who'll listen. It doesn't matter what you write. I won't be reading the same thing. At all.
NEONLYTE: Where did you spend the night?
SHEREADS: In the playground. In a ditch.
NEONLYTE: (he returns to dismantling the keyboard)Did they bait you?
SHEREADS: Of course they bait me. Baited me? What's the past tense for bait?
NEONLYTE: The same ones again?
SHEREADS: How would I know? Probably. (she pulls up one cup of her bra and peers at the label with a quizzical expression) What's the past tense for bait?
NEONLYTE: Nothing to be done.
SHEREADS: (sliding her boob back into place) I've thought of something to pass the time.
Neonlyte finally pulls the letter S from the keyboard, peers into the underside and then throws it over his shoulder. He waits expectantly.
SHEREADS: I've thought of something to pass the time.
NEONLYTE: The time will pass whether we are engaged or not.
SHEREADS: Oh come on Only, throw me a crumb.
NEONLYTE: Oh very well. We'll pass the time. What's your idea? And it had better not be discussing bringing ourelves to anything.
SHEREADS: Ourelves?
NEONLYTE: (angrily) That's a typo and you know it.
Neonlyte begins pulling letters from the keyboard and throwing them over his shoulder
SHEREADS: If we were to toss a coin fifty times, how many would be heads and how many... (she screws up her face in thought)
NEONLYTE: Tails, Hera. The word you're looking for is tails.
SHEREADS: Yes. (she pulls up the other cup of her bra and peers inside, amused) Tails. I'll get a coin and start tossing it and you guess which way it will land.
NEONLYTE: That is definitely something we should not be engaged in, to pass the time or otherwise.
Shereads slides her boob back into the bra.
NEONLYTE: That is an altogether different play. You are you and I am me. We know who we are.
SHEREADS: You are Estra... erm Neonlyte and I am...?
NEONLYTE: (shouting) Shereads. She. Reads. You are Shereads. We have no papers of passage. No messages to deliver from king to king. We are waiting.
He pants, out of breath, hands on knees.
SHEREADS: That's right. You are Neonlyte. I am Vla... Shereads. And we are waiting. (a beatific smile spreads across her face) Waiting for Subjoe.
CURTAIN
Evening
Neonlyte sits at the side of a word processor attempting to pull off one letter from the keyboard. He pulls at it with both hands. Gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again as before.
Enter Shereads.
NEONLYTE: (giving up again) Nothing to be done.
SHEREADS: That's what I keep saying. To anyone who'll listen. It doesn't matter what you write. I won't be reading the same thing. At all.
NEONLYTE: Where did you spend the night?
SHEREADS: In the playground. In a ditch.
NEONLYTE: (he returns to dismantling the keyboard)Did they bait you?
SHEREADS: Of course they bait me. Baited me? What's the past tense for bait?
NEONLYTE: The same ones again?
SHEREADS: How would I know? Probably. (she pulls up one cup of her bra and peers at the label with a quizzical expression) What's the past tense for bait?
NEONLYTE: Nothing to be done.
SHEREADS: (sliding her boob back into place) I've thought of something to pass the time.
Neonlyte finally pulls the letter S from the keyboard, peers into the underside and then throws it over his shoulder. He waits expectantly.
SHEREADS: I've thought of something to pass the time.
NEONLYTE: The time will pass whether we are engaged or not.
SHEREADS: Oh come on Only, throw me a crumb.
NEONLYTE: Oh very well. We'll pass the time. What's your idea? And it had better not be discussing bringing ourelves to anything.
SHEREADS: Ourelves?
NEONLYTE: (angrily) That's a typo and you know it.
Neonlyte begins pulling letters from the keyboard and throwing them over his shoulder
SHEREADS: If we were to toss a coin fifty times, how many would be heads and how many... (she screws up her face in thought)
NEONLYTE: Tails, Hera. The word you're looking for is tails.
SHEREADS: Yes. (she pulls up the other cup of her bra and peers inside, amused) Tails. I'll get a coin and start tossing it and you guess which way it will land.
NEONLYTE: That is definitely something we should not be engaged in, to pass the time or otherwise.
Shereads slides her boob back into the bra.
NEONLYTE: That is an altogether different play. You are you and I am me. We know who we are.
SHEREADS: You are Estra... erm Neonlyte and I am...?
NEONLYTE: (shouting) Shereads. She. Reads. You are Shereads. We have no papers of passage. No messages to deliver from king to king. We are waiting.
He pants, out of breath, hands on knees.
SHEREADS: That's right. You are Neonlyte. I am Vla... Shereads. And we are waiting. (a beatific smile spreads across her face) Waiting for Subjoe.
CURTAIN
