Seattle participated in its first One Minute Play Festival a few weeks ago in the midst of Chaos Theory‘s run and a whole slew of job-related things. You can watch the full thing at Howl Round TV here.
Or, for your reading pleasure, here are the pieces I submitted.
“With a” directed by Desdemona Chiang
Two women, SONJA and DUNCAN, sit next to each other looking out. Maybe they just tried to have sex. Maybe they are at the end of a very long day in which, yet again, they didn’t say anything new or interesting to one another. They have heard each other’s stories. It’s over. They both know it. They look as if they have sat there for a long time. DUNCAN tries to say something and can’t quite do it.
SONJA: I think it was when
DUNCAN: No it wasn’t
SONJA: Yes, it was. It was when I asked you if you’d ever change your mind about oysters.
DUNCAN: That’s ridiculous.
SONJA: I know.
DUNCAN: We’d only been dating for a month.
SONJA: But that’s when I knew. That’s when I knew we weren’t…
SONJA: Should we yell, or something?
DUNCAN: Do you want to yell?
SONJA: I just thought. You know. After three years. Shouldn’t it end
DUNCAN: with a bang?
SONJA: Yeah. Stupid.
DUNCAN: I could yell, if you want.
SONJA: That’s sweet.
DUNCAN: I guess we should go.
SONJA: Or. We could
DUNCAN: Sit here?
SONJA: Yeah. For just a little
DUNCAN: A bit longer.
“In Line” directed by Ali El-Gasseir
Three strangers stand in line. The world is on mute.
ONE: You’re standing in line.
THREE: You’ve been standing in line on the worst week of your life. You got dumped, of course. That effing bill got sent to collections because hospitals can’t send bills to your email like normal people.
TWO: Seriously, has the line moved at all?
ONE: Just one inconvenient piece of business before you carry on with your day.
THREE: When you get home, you’re gonna pour the largest bourbon in the largest glass in the world and cry. Softly. All night if you have to. Show them all you can commit to something.
ONE: It’s moving slowly. No need to get bent out of shape about it.
TWO: You could have done this any other day. But no. You’re here on your day off. Like a genius. You could be in bed, moron.
FOUR enters talking on a cell phone and cuts the line obliviously. They each want to react and confront him, but they don’t. They may cough and subtly try to get FOUR’s attention, but mostly they just stare angrily at him. FOUR talks on his phone completely unaware.
ONE: What a jerk. Someone should say something.
TWO: Screw this day.
FOUR is next. The line moves.
THREE: You will sell your soul to Satan if that guy gets syphilis in the next twenty-four hours.