Bringing in the Groceries, a play by Ann.
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phosfateAnn 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.
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.
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Brickie: A Christmas Tale
Date: 2003-12-13 02:11 am (UTC)