A One-Minute Play
by Diana Stout © 2005
2006 Award Winner, Lamia Ink! Inc. Published & produced at The Bowery, New York NY
SETTING: Funeral Parlor, visitation hours. TIME: present.
CHARACTERS: 3 women (First, Second, Young); 2 men (Minister, Man); Teenager.
(As the lights rise, we see a closed casket stage R. Visitors mill around, small groups forming, and we hear snatches of conversations. The deceased is Kathy.)
(She looks around.)
I don’t see Kathy’s husband. Isn’t he here?
Can you blame him? I shudder to think of him finding her like that.
I’ll never forget how she brought meals every night when Maggie spent a month at Hopkins, and then when she came home how Kathy took care of her.
She was wonderful at story hour. My Barry wants to be a writer because of the way she told stories. No child was ever left out or forgotten.
Sunday School just won’t be the same.
Fundraising, Bible vacation school, she ran the nursery, sang in the choir–
Why a shotgun? It just doesn’t make sense.
(She looks to the closed casket.)
To destroy that lovely face that way.
She was such a natural beauty.
Inside and out. She just took care of everyone.
Who took care of her?