Saturday, September 22, 2012

In the Trees II: Lust on the Limb


And here's the sequel to my Doubleshot 60 second play, this one based on the word "Lust." 



(Scene: we're high in the forest canopy of South America, eight years later than the last scene. Two of our sloths, Cynthia and Albert, are hanging from the same tree limb. They're laughing and flirting.)

              CYNTHIA
     Oh, you!

              ALBERT
     Oh, you.

              CYNTHIA
     No, oh YOU.

              ALBERT
     No, oh YOU.

(They laugh.)

               ALBERT
     God, Cynthia, I love this time with you.

              CYNTHIA
     And I you, Albert. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be again.

              ALBERT
     It's been eight years, Cynthia.

              CYNTHIA
     And sometimes I think that's almost enough.

              ALBERT
     Oh Cynthia. You know I love you. That's why I keep hanging on this limb. Monsoon or drought, brown beetles or brown leaves, I've been here with you.

              CYNTHIA
     It's true.

              ALBERT
     I have wanted you so. Gazing day after day on your svelte curves, your delicate snout, that cute little band of coloration over your eyes....

              CYNTHIA
     We all have that.

              ALBERT
     But on you it's so erotic.

              CYNTHIA
     Albert, I've wanted you too. And now that the children have left the limb and are halfway to another tree, I think that maybe I can imagine a different life.

              ALBERT
     A life with me?

              CYNTHIA
     Yes. Yes, I think so.

              ALBERT
     My darling!

              CYNTHIA
     My own!

(They begin to rush towards each other. They're sloths. Before they can get there, from the trunk end of the limb:)

              OLIVER
     I'm back!


(End of Play)
 

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