PLAY #43: THE STONE AND THE KEY (JAN 12)

A STONE sits, content in its stoniness.

KEY bounds over.

Actors, puppets, objects…as you wish…

 

KEY

Hey, what’s up?

 

STONE sits.

 

KEY

I thought we might have some movement today.

I’ve been patient.

Very patient.

Like if there were patience Olympics

I’d be bagging gold, baby.

But

I’m getting tired of all these different courts and bills and appeals

like

if we want action

something’s gotta happen today.

2015, baby, it’s the year when things are gonna move!

Pieces are in place

like a giant jigsaw across a continent

and this is the year when it all slots into action.

 

STONE sits.

KEY attempts to open STONE – nothing.

 

KEY

Come on, man, you’re killing me.

What’s a guy gotta do to get you to open up?

You got some magic word:

abracadabra!

jobs!

security!

shazam!

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

What, that doesn’t get a smile?

You made outta stone or something!?

 

STONE sits.

 

KEY

I gotta tell ya, the patience is running out here

like

I’ll be getting bronze at best for them 2015 Patience Olympics

maybe even some lesser metal

some kinda alloy

nickel or something.

‘Cause I’m running low on nickels.

There’s a lot riding on this

and all this obstruction

isn’t doing any economy any good.

 

KEY collects thoughts.

STONE sits.

 

KEY

This is the time for action.

Come on, man, open up.

I’m asking nicely.

 

KEY attempts to unlock STONE – nothing.

STONE sits.

KEY fumes.

STONE sits.

KEY fumes.

 

And then:

KEY attacks STONE.

Astonishing savagery.

 

KEY

Open the fuck up!

Open the fuck up!

Fuck!

 

KEY smashing and smashing into STONE.

 

STONE sits.

STONE will not be moved, ground will not be broken here.

KEY collapses, exhausted.

 

STONE sits.

KEY exits.

STONE sits.

 

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