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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AuthorIn 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. Categories
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