November Playwrighting: Crash Sights

 This could be the beginning of something or nothing. Not sure, but here it is in all of it's page and a half glory. Blog format doesn't do well with my playwrighting format, so just the basics from now on in formatting.

Crash Sights 

 Sound of car tires screeching and then a crash. Steam coming out of the back of the stage, and the blinking of car lights off and on. Then walking feet of JEREMY with SECILY.

JEREMY

I am so, so, so sorry! I was trying not to hit the cat and looked up and there you were. Are you ok?

SECILY

I feel… what is the word? Sinning?

JEREMY

Spinning? That’s not good. Here sit. Where did that cat go?

SECILY

There was no cat.

JERMY

No, there was a cat. It was black.

SECILY

I saw no cat.

JEREMY

There was a big, fluffy black cat that jumped out of nowhere into the road!

SECILY

Floofy cat?

JEREMY

Fluffy, you know

(puffs out his cheeks and demonstrates “fluffy”)

Like that.

SECILY

Okay. You see this cat. Not me in car?

JEREMY

I’m sorry.

(Both actors freeze. Older versions of them come out to inspect the younger versions of themselves.)

OLDER JEREMY

You see? I was charming.

OLDER SECILY

Not charming. My aching head says otherwise.

OLDER JEREMY

There was a cat.

OLDER SECILY

The cat still! It was never proven.

OLDER JEREMY

It got scared.

OLDER SECILY

Two cars go boom, sure, I’d run too.

OLDER JEREMY

But you didn’t.

OLDER SECILY

Should have, maybe.

(JEREMY puts his arms around her)

Perhaps there was an imaginary cat.