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Vol.3. No. 2. January 2010





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


By Susanna Roxman

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.


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