Front Page | Current Issue | Past Issues | Submissions | Competitions | SLQ Blog | Links | About SLQ | Contact Us

Welcome to SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY

Vol.3. No. 2. January 2010

 


CONTRIBUTORS

DRAMA

SECTIONS

Andrew Campbell-Kearsey
Claire Godden-Rowland
Dike Okoro
Dominic James
Emmanuel Sigauke
Mandy Pannett
Noel Williams
N Quentin Woolf
Olu Oguibe
Paul Jeffcutt
Sharma Taylor
Susanna Roxman
W Jack Savage


DIALOGUE IN EDINBURGH

By Susanna Roxman



Cast:
ANDREW, a classical musician in his 40ís.
DAVID, an actor in his 50ís.
WAITER, in his 30ís. A silent rŰle.

At a smart, rather cosy, at the moment quiet restaurant in central Edinburgh. Itís an August evening towards the end of the Edinburgh Festival. Andrew and David, both a little tipsy, are sharing a (second) bottle of wine. When we first see them, the last bars of some traditional Scottish song, played on a piano, is heard. The dialogue has already begun, so to speak; weíre tuned in gradually.

ANDREW: Sheís lovely as a person, as a partner.
 

DAVID: You seem happy together, itís heartening to watch.
 

ANDREW: I never thought love would unfold so late.
 

DAVID: You were fated to meet. Iím envious, you know.
 

ANDREW: What happened to John?
 

DAVID: I donít know. Heís gone.
 

ANDREW: How do you mean, gone?
 

DAVID: With the wind and snow.
 

ANDREW: You were together at our wedding.
 

DAVID: Yes, I know. I must say it rather hurts to remember.
 

ANDREW: December, that wasnít very long ago. So what happened in between?
 

DAVID: God knows.
 

ANDREW: And what will happen?
 

DAVID: Remains to be seen.
 

ANDREW: He seemed so boyish, had a great sense of fun.
 

DAVID: People sometimes thought he was my son.
 

ANDREW: Didnít you help him a lot in his career?
 

DAVID: He was dear to me, Andy. Very dear.
 

ANDREW: When did you two split up?
 

DAVID: I wish this cup would pass from me.
 

ANDREW: He left you very recently, I think.
 

DAVID: Since then Iíve been standing on a kind of brink.
 

ANDREW: An extreme situation, yes. I understand.
 

DAVID: Never had a dream as bad.
 

ANDREW: But you should look ahead.
 

DAVID: More dead than alive, I often feel.
 

ANDREW: If thatís any comfort, you look very well.
 

DAVID: Hell, letís talk about something nice. (Raises his glass.) Prueís clearly superior to your earlier girls.
 

ANDREW (Raises his glass): Sheís a precious pearl, body and mind.
 

(The men drink simultaneously, then put their glasses down.)


DAVID: The others appeared unfinished, crude, like pottery not yet fired and glazed. Facing the future, Prue moves unfazed.
 

ANDREW: Youíre in a strange mood.
 

DAVID: Lifeís weird, as all things prove.
 

ANDREW: Love and art make it worthwhile.
 

DAVID: Art alone for me, love is passť.
 

ANDREW: For my poor part, I disagree. Women and men admire you, as youíre aware.
 

DAVID: No woman could quench my fire. You know that very well.
 

Let me tell you this: if you hadnít been straight Iíd asked you for a date ages ago.


ANDREW (a little amused): So this isnít a date?
 

DAVID: Donít be naÔve.
 

ANDREW: Iím flattered. It grieves me I canít comply.
 

DAVID: I wouldnít force you.
 

ANDREW (ironically): Thoughtful and kind.
 

DAVID: And loveís not blind.
 

ANDREW: Itís partly your fame. Your more than familiar name scares people off.
 

DAVID (drily): I realize as much.
 

ANDREW: Such glory as you possess cuts two ways, attracts and repels.
 

DAVID: I donít like dwelling on unpleasant facts.
 

ANDREW: You know youíre always welcome to Prue and me.
 

DAVID (maudlin) You two, I confess, are my best friends. The rest are bores, or only want my help in their careers.
 

 

Top of page | Page 1/2 | Next page

 

JANUARY 2010 INDEX
COMPETITIONS
DRAMA
EDITOR'S NOTE
ESSAYS & REVIEWS
FICTION
INTERVIEWS
POETRY

 

JANUARY 2010 INDEX | COMPETITIONS | DRAMA | EDITOR'S NOTE | ESSAYS & REVIEWS | FICTION | INTERVIEWS | POETRY

 

Sentinel Literary Quarterly is Published by Sentinel Poetry Movement | Editor: Nnorom Azuonye

©2010 The authors and artists as credited. All rights reserved. Reprint permissions.

A magazine designed and built by Eastern Light Web Services for Sentinel Poetry Movement