'Losing Hope' The Play Part 8
In another unison, Hope and Mickey break the kiss and face the audience:
The next dialogue is all TO THE AUDIENCE:
HOPE: The chemistry was electric, it was --
MIKEY: -- HOT! Burning flames hot. Fireworks hot. Her lips were soft but --
HOPE: -- His tongue was wild. Looping around mine like it was a snake or --
MICKEY: -- Something fierce! Never felt such passion in a kiss.
HOPE: Never kissed a man without knowing his name.
MICKEY: In love making... sure! But in a kiss!?
HOPE: Does that make me a slut? Wait, no.
MICKEY: Must be what it's like between souls mates.
HOPE: I shouldn't use that word. It's sexist.
MICKEY: I bet she's wondering the same thing.
HOPE: Shouldn't use 'Should' either. My therapist says.
MICKEY: We're so in sync. Like sparks from the same star dust!
HOPE: Oh to hell with words! Who cares!? It's all semantics!
MICKEY: Be still my heart for I have found my Julietta!
HOPE: I'll be a fucking SLUT if I want to be!
They turn to face each other:
MICKEY: That was...
MICKEY: ...Very good.
Hope notices the dog nearby staring menacingly.
HOPE: Was he... watching?
MICKEY: He likes to watch. It's a dog thing.
MICKEY: Does it bother you? I can put him down if it bothers you.
MICKEY: No, not like THAT! Jesus I mean... Steel! SIT. SIT down. SIT!
The dog obliges.
MICKEY: He looks a little scary but he's actually a teddy bear. Very gentle heart. Nothing to be scared of. He won't bite you, honest.
HOPE: I'm not scared.
HOPE: I'm allergic.
Hearing that - Mickey gives an 'Oh, SHIT' look to the audience.
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.
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