For me this was also a beautiful challenge as a writer. First, I had to figure out if I could even construct a play that was so short without writing a sketch? Secondly, could I keep my artistic voice and gravitas at that length? And lastly, could I do this well....three times in one night? I was pleasantly surprised by my results. I have included them below so you can judge for yourselves. Hope you enjoy them. (sorry that i couldn’t seem to format them into proper play format on this blog.)
TINY BUNDLE OF TWIGS by Bianca Sams
Nelson 4 years old, lies on the floor playing with his toys when his mother Linda walks in.
LINDA: Come on Nelson. If you finish those sprouts we can go to Daniel’s birthday party.
NELSON: I hate fucking sprouts.
LINDA: Nelson Winston Hastings! I will wash out your mouth with soap little boy!
NELSON: Sorry mama, but I don’t like brussel sprouts.
LINDA: That very well maybe but we do NOT use that kinda language in this house.
NELSON: Daddy does.
LINDA: I said this house. My house. My rules. Mama’s gonna have to have a talk with daddy about using the word F.U.C.K in front of a four year old. Lord knows what other kinda bad words he uses.
NELSON: He uses lots of them.
LINDA: I’m sure he does.
NELSON: Is that why you won’t let daddy come back home? He says all those bad words?
LINDA: No sugar that’s not how it works. Although I can’t believe he says them to you.
NELSON: Not to me silly goose. He says them birdy. He calls him an F word too.
LINDA: Your parrot?
NELSON: No, uncle birdy.
LINDA: You don’t have an uncle sweetie.
NELSON: Ugh huh!
LINDA: Finish your sprouts so we can go.
NELSON: I do too have an uncle. He lives with daddy.
LINDA: You mean Barry baby. And Barry is not your uncle. He’s daddy’s upstairs neighbor. He’s married to Ms. Eloise remember?
NELSON: Then why does he kiss him then?
LINDA: Kiss him?
NELSON: Yeah. Like you kiss grammy. Or I Kiss you. Quick on the lips. Except when they think I’m not looking. Then daddy kisses uncle Barry like he use to kiss you mommy. Uncle Barry sometimes gets mad cause he don’t want Ms. Eloise to know and yells at daddy. Then Daddy call him a closeted faggot. What’s a faggot mommy?
LINDA: Well, um. It’s a um. It means a tiny bundle of twigs baby.
NELSON: What’s a twig?
LINDA: A branch. It’s a branch like on a tree except small.
NELSON: Uncle Barry’s a branch?
NELSON: Just finish your sprouts baby. Mommy’s gonna go call daddy.
End of Play
END FLIGHT by Bianca Sams
Clara and Ken stand and aisle width apart and talk to the audience.
CLARA: There was just this one moment.
KEN: One single moment. The clearest second of my life.
CLARA: One minute we were soaring carefree
KEN: Oblivious through the clouds. Two total strangers sitting side by side,
CLARA: Without a care in the world. And in a blink of an eye it all changed. I felt it
KEN: I heard it. Like the earth cracked in half. My first impulse was to maybe scream out. But, I looked into her eyes and we both just,
KEN AND CLARA: Knew. That it would be better to just be there, in the moment, together.
CLARA: In that second as time stopped as our stomachs dropped. As we dropped.
KEN: And dropped
CLARA: And Dropped. The feeling is a sick and twisted thrill. Like a roller coaster except we knew we weren’t on any tracks. Not up here. There wasn’t any net to catch us up here.
KEN: And yet that human touch, just skin on skin, her touch on mine, in that moment as we were falling
CLARA: Falling out of the sky. Faster and faster. One touch, one real human touch, takes all the fear away...
KEN: I could hear it.
CLARA: I could feel it.
KEN: And then impact. As the crunching, twisting, metal bird collided with the ground. I knew in that moment.
CLARA: In that one moment.
KEN AND CLARA: The clearest second of my life...that for once I wasn’t alone.
DON’T WORRY YOUR PRETTY HEAD BY BIANCA SAMS
Jim is getting dressed for work when his wife Denise enters.
JIM: Hey babe. You’re up early -
DENISE: I made your favorite, eggs Benedict-
JIM: Baby you shouldn’t have. I’m running-
DENISE: To work. I know. I just thought we could just eat and chat --
JIM: I have a meeting --
DENISE: Just SIT! Let’s eat. Let’s talk.
JIM: I wish I could but, Janice is waiting for me, this deal is so close so very close. We’ve been working all day and night for weeks on it --
DENISE: I bet..
JIM: Don’t. I’m sorry. Don’t pout. I promise I promise I will make it up to you. I’ll buy you that Cuisinart
DENISE: I don’t care about the Cuisinart--
JIM: Well then just buy whatever you want then. Okay? Anything at all. Here’s the card. It’s just that Janice is waiting--
DENISE: Then let Janice wait!
JIM: Do you like this house?
JIM: Do you like having clothes, and being able to stay home to write, sew, or whatever the hell it is you do all day while I’m working?
DENISE: I wasn’t saying that--
JIM: Cause I’d love to sit here and twiddle my thumbs eating eggs Benedict, chatting or whatever but, my boss is waiting. So whatever it is, we can just talk about it when I get home. Ok.
He turns to leave before she can answer. When he is nearly out the door.
JIM: What the fuck is it Denise?!! I gotta go to work.
DENISE: I just thought you should know that Janice gave us AIDS.