Monday, October 28, 2013

"Tremors, Part Five: Pasadena"

            (The house of two little ladies in California.  One is checking the internet.)

LADY 1
Hot tea, Donna?

LADY 2
But it’s after 7, dear.

LADY 1
Are you playing that jewel game again?

LADY 2
No; I’m looking for that website.

LADY 1
Oh, it’s gone, I think. 

LADY 2
I’m afraid you’re right.

LADY 1
You’ll have to read the old ones.

LADY 2
It’s a shame.

            (LADY 2 turns away from her computer.)

LADY 1
’You sure you don’t want tea?

            (LADY 2 shakes her head.)

LADY 2
You know, Carol kept some nice journals.

LADY 1
I’d heard that.

LADY 2
I saw them.  So much writing.  There must have been more than fifty.  And they were that black-and-white kind, bound like books.

LADY 1
I know what you mean---

LADY 2
Crammed with writing.  ’You know her writing?

LADY 1
Yes, small.

LADY 2
            (Agreeing)
Tight.  All her memories---from the ’60s and ’70s and on.

LADY 1
Even the ’50s, you think?

LADY 2
Possible.  What do you think happened to those journals?  Do you think they got saved?

LADY 1
With her family?  Oh no.  Not with the things she’d have written.

LADY 2
But they weren’t dirty . . .

LADY 1
Still, she and Frannie . . .

LADY 2
I miss Frannie.
            (Pause)
Did you ever keep journals?

LADY 1
I don’t see the point.

LADY 2
I used to.  But I threw mine away.

            (LADY 2 turns back to the computer.)

                    LADY 2 (Continued)
I’m going to type a letter to the lady who runs the website.

LADY 1
What will you say?

LADY 2
 I’ll say that we like the stories and miss them.  I’ll word it kindly.

LADY 1
Well . . . can’t hurt.

            (LADY 2 types.  FADE OUT.)

              (FADE IN.  Elsewhere, MRS. HO receives a kindly-worded missive from
            Pasadena.  She reads it, looks off into the beyond, considers, and presses
            delete.)

            END OF “TREMORS.”

Monday, October 21, 2013

"Tremors, Part Four"

            (MRS. HO sits at the kitchen table.  She is fixing up little parts of a diorama
            that her son made.  Her daughter, SUNNY, sits at the table with her.  SUNNY
            is bisecting a quark.)

            (A stone flies through the window.  MRS. HO shudders.)

MRS. HO
            (To SUNNY)
Will you sweep up the glass?

            (SUNNY packs up her quark into a sewing case.)

SUNNY
I want nothing to do with any of it.  This is your game, Mother.

            (SUNNY goes out back to walk in the woods.)

            (MRS. HO tries to work.  She starts to fix the eye on a little man, but makes a
            mistake.  The breeze from the broken window is too brisk.)

            (A LUNATIC lumbers in.  She foams.  MRS. HO looks up and huffs.)

LUNATIC
I’m gonna slit your throat---

MRS. HO
You are not---

LUNATIC
You see lights go funny when your life slips away?

MRS. HO
Lower your voice.

LUNATIC
Blood drip onto your nice floor?

MRS. HO
I have had enough!

            (MRS. HO rises and disables the LUNATIC.)

                 MRS. HO (Continued)
I won’t be threatened!  I won’t be fooled!  I won’t be convinced!

            (She blows cayenne in the other woman’s eyes.  She sits back down.)

              MRS. HO (Continued)
If you don’t know already, Mrs. Ho does what she wants!  And nobody frightens or stops her!

            (She goes back to her work.)

Monday, October 14, 2013

"Tremors, Part Three"

            (A young AUTHORESS approaches her PATRON.)

AUTHORESS
I want to know why I’ve been replaced.

PATRON
What do you mean, replaced?

AUTHORESS
I saw what was published last week.  In my name.

PATRON
Did you enjoy it?

            (The AUTHORESS glowers.)

                  PATRON (Continued)
I don’t care what we print.  I’m not a writer.

            (The AUTHORESS exits.  A stone flies through the window.)

Monday, October 7, 2013

"Butch Gardens, Episode 18" by Mocha Tchokha Rose

            (My teacher says that overheard voices can be more interesting than what we
            make up ourselves. I doubt it.)
   
            (A WOMAN dials the phone.)

WOMAN
Yes, hello . . . I have a complaint to make about your sign . . . Your sign.  The one in front of your building . . . Yes; on the sign, it says, “NEW,” but the “W” is really just an “M” turned upside down . . . I don’t know---“NEW TACOS” or something---but the point is that the “W” is just an “M” turned upside down . . . I’m calling to say that I liked the “W” the first time, when it was an “M.”  Thank you.

            (She hangs up.)

            END OF EPISODE 18.