ABSTRACT
CLOWN/SIBLING: I’m the last. (Drops the balls) Don’t worry about the two before me. We’re unrelated, though they have been trying to tie a few things together-casting a few doubts as well. No matter, plenty of time to come to a resolution (Chuckles)…If there is one. Anyway. (Removes her clown costume revealing simple ‘blacks’ underneath. She then removes her mask) Me. Then, a while ago. Not even a twinkle yet. These two (Referring to HIM and HER) they’ve not even met-yet. But they’re going to. Let me introduce them in the language I’ve learned, using it in…retrospect so to speak. On my right, itching to go, wanting to begin this simple love story is Him (Indicates HIM) builder of dryone walls. Brilliant. On my left (Indi cates HER) Her, Teacher, just begun her probationary year; a natural. Me…? Poet. Aspiring. (Smiling) Watching. Getting it all down in my own style. (Pause) The occasion? A gathering, somewhere North. A short time after midnight. New Year. A while ago.
