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Submitted to Contest #93
ACT I A hallway in a tenement flat. No windows. A tattered sofa. MARGO is slouched on the sofa, in her pyjamas. Her trousers are rolled up at the hem, and her feet hanging over the edge of the sofa, avoiding the sticky floor. She groans and sinks a little further into the sofa cushions. Offstage, the kettle boils. The sound of water splashing, cups clinking. Then DINARA enters, balancing two cups of tea. Margo That’s it. I’m dying. Dinara I’m starting to feel it myself. Here, tea. Dinara holds out the tea to Margo, who doesn’t ...
Submitted to Contest #92
Sunrise, 5:58am. The rose petal sky folds gently over the fields around Morrison House, and the sun reaches its fingers over the hill. Beams of light creep over the red brick façade; but behind hedges, behind trees, behind gargoyles, the night lingers still. Dawn creates stark lines between the rose gold morning and the steel grey night. The sun inches higher, and its beam of light shifts, falling upon the “For Sale” sign at the front driveway. A Barbour-clad workman peels the film from a bright red sticker – now the...
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