Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Death: A Play on a Word by Ray S


Time: Anywhere, now, a pleasant sunny morning
Place: A coffee shop, maybe the Market on Larimer Square, or one of the hundreds of Starbucks, or even in a bistro in Paris.

(He is waiting for an appointment, but has already started on a cup of coffee and a sweet roll of some sort.
He looks up as a very gorgeous woman approaches the table.)

Woman: “Hi, hope I’m not too early or just on time.

He: “No not at all, I just got here a few minutes ago.”

Woman: “Well, sometimes I’m too early, but I’m never too late.”

He: “Please sit down and let me order something for you.”

Woman: “Thank you. I’ll have what you’re having--I always do.”

(He lets that go by, but wanting to break the ice says:)

He: I am an artist, and I must tell you how smart your outfit is. That color looks great on you.

Woman: Again, thank you, but I can tell you’re a little nervous about this meeting. Don’t be, let me put your mind at ease. I’m here to help not hinder.

He: It’s just that I didn’t expect such a really “knock out” beauty for a breakfast meeting.

Woman: “Happy you’re so pleased, I do the best I can--depending on whom I am meeting--you should see me in my Armani.

He: I bet, but do you often dress in men’s outfits?

Woman: Oh sure, just depends on which gender I choose for business purposes--you might say In-the- “T” in what is referred to in your GLBT world.

He: For what it is worth, you’re the best looking woman I’ve ever had the joy of feasting my eyes on, and your gender isn’t my first preference.

Woman: Oh that’s right, well listen honey you should see me when I switch to gay guy instead of lonely les. You see T is optional for me depending on whomever I have an appointment with. Now let’s get down to the business at hand. How are you doing at letting go of almost 90 years’ worth of extraneous stuff--material as well as emotional?
Have you ever started to sort out the good from the bad memories?
I suppose you have heard all the business about “the other side,” the light at the end of the tunnel; and coming back to pay friendly little visits to “those left behind”--that one is really popular around Halloween.

He: Boy! You really can load it on once you get started--and we hardly know each other.

Woman: “Au contraire, Mon Ami, I have been keeping an eye on you since the day you popped out of mummy’s tummy.
The purpose of this little coffee klatch is to clue you into a reality that despite what all the wise men through the ages have passed on to the “true believers,” none of you can be certain about what--if anything within man’s and woman’s experience is happening when you and I get together again. The most important thing for you to take away from this NOW, is not be afraid, and to spend your time in the NOW projecting all of the love for your fellow beings that is humanly possible. By living in the present you probably know there is no time to ponder the unknown. Enough of my little sermonette, would you ask the wait person to bring me another cruller?

He: Well, besides sorting through old photos and year books I have lined up a few really nice memories of folks that have meant an awful lot to me at one time or another. And I plan to pack them into my “old kit bag” and take them with me, that is if you’ll let me. IF not I can leave them at the door along with all the other stuff the airport security guys confiscate.
You certainly have a grasp at telling it like it is, and making it quite an interesting experience along with your charming ways and the color purple of your “dress for success” suit. Glad to see you like our meeting place and the comestibles. Let’s get together again--at your convenience of course and by the way is there a chance that at our next meeting you could be a naked man?

Woman: I like the way you don’t hold back when speaking you innermost thoughts. I’ll see what I can do, although we won’t have much time. The real challenge I am always faced with is dealing with the people that are always trying to steal my time and mission by having wars all over the place--they make me go on overload--what’s a girl--woman or a boy/man? You people have never gotten over the old Cain and Abel myth. What ever happened to “Make Love not War?
Oh my goodness, look at the time, I’ve really enjoyed our visit and look forward to our next meeting, or should I say “liaison”? Take care and remember our NOWS. They are all we really have. Ta ta!

Stage Action: The man at the cafe table finishes his coffee (2nd cup), and pays the tab and tip. Walks off left stage as the lights on the set dim.
The curtain falls on the end of the second act. There will be a short intermission followed by the third and last act whenever the stage is set!

© 13 Oct 2014



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