Bringing in the Groceries, a play by Ann.

[phosfate]

Ann is bringing in bags of groceries, while Mom hunts around for the little rock they use to prop the back door open when grocery-shifting.

Mom: I can't find that little...brickie thing. I think [the Burly Man Who Shovels Driveways for Money] shoveled it off into the snow.

Ann: What?!? Oh, my God! Brickie!

She drops the last bag on the floor.

Mom: I don't see it.

Ann: BRICKIEEEEEEEE!!!

Mom: It'll turn up.

Ann: No! WHY BRICKIE WHY!

Ann grabs the grain shovel from its spot beside the door.

Ann: C'mon, Trigger! You gotta help me find Brickie!

She uses Trigger to slice into the pile of snow.

Ann: Hang on, Brickie! Hang on, baby, we're coming! C'mon, Trigger, find him, boy. Atta boy. Atta--

*KLONG!*

Ann: BRICKIE! Oh God, please be okay!

She falls to her knees and digs bare-handed into the snow.

Ann: I'm coming, Brickie! Mommy's here! Oh, God, the cold burns...BRICKIE!!! I found you!

She pulls a large rock out of the snow and returns it (and Trigger) to its rightful spot on the stoop. Then she rushes inside and goes into a strange squat on the kitchen floor, frozen hand between her legs.

Mom: Little cold there?

Ann: It was worth it. It was worth it for Brickie.

Mom: All righty.