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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