Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

Starting a Family

Posted on | January 8, 2011 | 3 Comments

Man with grey beard: Those two please, and I’ll take a bag, if you’d be so kind.
Emily: OK, no problem.
Man with grey beard: Good girl. Oh, hello. Hold on.
(Emily looks quizzical.)
Man with grey beard: Starting a family, are we?
Emily: Yes, we are.
Man with grey beard: Babies, eh? Getting one in before it’s too late, is it?
Emily: That’s right.
Man with grey beard: Getting in before World War Three.
Emily: I suppose so.
Man with grey beard: Toss up which’ll go first, isn’t it. The Euro or the internet.
Emily: Is it?
Man with grey beard: Use the internet, do you?
Emily: I do.
Man with grey beard: (Edging towards door) You want to be careful.
Emily: Oh yes?
Man with grey beard: (From doorway) I was working in a bank on the millenium. Using paper ledgers.
Emily: Were they?
Man with grey beard: (From outside, through door) Scared, that’s what they were. You watch it. Get one in before it’s too late. Good girl.
(Exit)

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3 Responses to “Starting a Family”

  1. Koworld
    January 20th, 2011 @ 10:20 am

    Mad :)

  2. Violet_apple
    June 2nd, 2011 @ 11:18 pm

    Utterly brilliant!

  3. Desirée Kuthe
    June 3rd, 2011 @ 12:18 pm

    I just stumbled upon your blog via Twitter and have to stop myself from reading every single post just now (when I’m supposed to work). What a brilliant site, I hope you take up posting again.

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