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'Losing Hope' The Play Part 11

9/5/2020

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Hope SPITS into her palm and reaches it toward Mickey.

HOPE: Shake on it?
MIKEY: I'm all about exchanging fluids, but... I'm a bit of an old fashioned guy.

Mickey moves close to Hope and KISSES her. A long loving kiss.

HOPE: Hmmm...
MICKEY: I agree.
HOPE: My GOD.
MICKEY: Told ya he's real.
HOPE: 'He?' Why is it a he?
MICKEY: He. She. It. Doesn't matter. You're here and that all I care about.
HOPE: This is fast.
MICKEY: Yeah. Like lightning from heaven.
HOPE: Lightning can kill you.
MICKEY: And bring you light.
HOPE: But it can kill you.
MICKEY: Sure. It can literally light you up. Like fire.
HOPE: You're not listening. This... is fast. I don't know you. You're a stranger. You could be a killer! A serial killer! Wanted for murders hiding out in the desert.
MICKEY: (laughs) I could. 
HOPE: You could!
MICKEY: But I'm not.
(Beat)
I'm really not, Hope.
HOPE: Look, I have...uh... trust issues okay? It's not you, it's me. And I don't mean it like a lie, like they say in television. I mean it for real. I'm not really cut out for... for whatever this could be. Yes you are hot, and a very, VERY good kisser. But let's just leave it as that. I don't know what's going on in your life. But I am... busy. Very busy in my life right now. I don't have time for... 
MICKEY: For love?
HOPE: For a... thing.

(Beat)

MICKEY: Okay.
HOPE: Okay?
MICKEY: As you wish.
HOPE: What?
MICKEY: 'As you wish, princess buttercup.' That's from...
HOPE: Princess bride. Yeah. I know. It's just my favorite movie of all time.
MICKEY: No way. Mine too.

(Beat)

HOPE: FUCK!

Hope reaches and kisses Mickey again.

HOPE: No! I have to be strong. Could you... why don't you just put a shirt on or something? Cover yourself up, you'd get sunburnt.

Mickey points to the ripped burned shirt on the ground.

HOPE: Oh. Right. Well, when we get into town we'll get you a shirt. And then, yeah, then we'll get you a tow truck so you could come back and take your car...or what's left of it. And I'll be... I'll go off my way.
MICKEY: (To the audience)
That CAN'T be what she wants.
(To Hope)
Is that what you want...?
HOPE: Yes. No. Yes. Oh, fuck it.

Hope jumps into Mickey's arms for another KISS. 

To be continued...
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    In April 2020, while experiencing  her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig  pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.

    What evolved is a collection of short stories, poems, life lessons, blurbs and even a play or two.  

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