Thursday, September 24, 2009

Location, Location, Location: A One Act


LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION
(I follow BOB as he runs into the bathroom. He has the awkward, unmistakable gait that accompanies an impending poop.)


ME
Do you need some help with your pants?


BOB
Please! Hurry Mama!


ME
There you go.

(BOB sits on the toilet, very still. He stares into the middle distance.)


ME
(cont.)
Bob? Everything OK?


BOB
Mmm.


ME
Where’s your poo?


BOB
It’s nowhere.


ME
Nowhere?


BOB
I think it went back down to my brain.


END SCENE

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