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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

 

Susanna Roxman "Dream in Two Scenes"

 

Scene 2 (contd)
 

Alicia paces the path alone for a while. Then Matthew, entering, comes walking. Heís tall, blond, green-eyed. If he wasnít a bit overweight, heíd be quite handsome.
 

ALICIA (standing still, canít believe her eyes): Matthew!
 

MATTHEW: Yes. Here I am. Didnít you expect to meet me?
 

ALICIA: No, I canít say I did.
 

MATTHEW: Why not?
 

ALICIA: I wouldnít have thought you were important enough, to me.
 

MATTHEW: That youíve met me here proves Iím important enough, doesnít it?
 

ALICIA: Iím not so sure.
 

(Matthew tries to embrace her, but she steps aside.)
 

MATTHEW: I wanted to meet you for lunch, in London, three years ago. But you said no.
 

ALICIA: Because I was involved with somebody else.
 

MATTHEW: Yes, but for lunch! What could have been more innocent? What could happen during lunch, in a crowded place?
 

ALICIA: He wouldnít have liked that.
 

MATTHEW: He neednít have found out.
 

ALICIA: Of course Iíd have told him.
 

MATTHEW: But why?
 

ALICIA: Oh, I tell him everything. Well, most things.
 

MATTHEW: If it had been dinner, I might have seen your point.
 

ALICIA: What point was that?
 

MATTHEW: That there might have been some danger.
 

ALICIA: Danger?
 

MATTHEW: Yes.
 

ALICIA: So dinner is dangerous, lunch innocent?
 

MATTHEW: Something like that. (He draws a little closer.) I always admired you tremendously. You were streets ahead of the rest of us students at Kingís. And better read than our poor teachers.
 

ALICIA: You could have done better yourself if you hadnít had that weird idea of doing your BA in one year.
 

MATTHEW: Well, I very nearly succeeded. One year and a few months, actually. But I only just passed.
 

ALICIA: You only just passed.
 

MATTHEW: But you, you were different, Alicia. A goddess. I admire you tremendously. (He moves even closer to her.)
 

ALICIA: Please leave me alone!

She stalks off, irritated. Looking over her shoulder, she finds that he has disappeared. A couple of minutes later, when she bends over some shrubs to see if there are any raspberries, Charlie suddenly appears, walking up to her. He is middle-aged, tall, quite athletic, with short dark blond hair and a beard. Charlieís eyes are kind and blue, and he wears spectacles. Heís casually dressed and carries a small rucksack.


ALICIA (straightening up): Oh Charlie!
 

CHARLIE: Oh Alicia! (They embrace.)
 

ALICIA: I didnít know you were here!
 

CHARLIE: I didnít know, either.
 

ALICIA: What are you doing here?
 

CHARLIE: Same as you.
 

ALICIA: I donít know what that is. I was looking for something.
 

CHARLIE: Raspberries.
 

ALICIA: No. Something important.
 

CHARLIE: I thought raspberries were important.
 

ALICIA: I believed I had lost it.
 

CHARLIE: And had you?
 

ALICIA: Perhaps not. Perhaps I was mistaken. This is a nice place, isnít it?
 

CHARLIE: Yes. Have we been here before?
 

ALICIA: I thought so at first. But this is special. Itís new.
 

CHARLIE: But those pine trees look very old. Ancient.
 

ALICIA: Theyíre new. Everything here is new.
 

CHARLIE: How can you be so sure?
 

ALICIA: Everything is always new and startling.
 

CHARLIE (conceding the match): Thatís true.
 

ALICIA: Where are you going?
 

CHARLIE: I was looking for you. Were you looking for me?
 

ALICIA: Iím not sure. I think I was looking for . . . me. This is an odd place.
 

CHARLIE: An odd place.
 

ALICIA: Will you stay?
 

CHARLIE (with genuine regret): No, Iím afraid I canít. I have a train to catch.
 

ALICIA: I have a train to catch. Or so I think. At least, I had a train to catch.
 

CHARLIE: But that is your train. I have to catch my train.
 

ALICIA: Oh, of course. Didnít think about that. Same destination, though, isnít it?
 

CHARLIE: Always the same.
 

ALICIA: Why does one say that one catches a train? Isnít it rather that one is caught by one? Theyíre ruthless, trains, tear you away from where you are to somewhere odd that you donít recognize. Or perhaps recognize only vaguely. As if youíd seen it in another life.
 

CHARLIE: Thatís the whole point. The state of shock.
 

ALICIA: Will you feed Melissa?
 

CHARLIE: Iíll feed Melissa. When will you be back?
 

ALICIA: Soon. I donít know if Iíll meet anybody else here.
 

CHARLIE: Three encounters, thatís quite enough.
 

ALICIA: How do you know Iíve met two other men here? Have you been spying on me?
 

CHARLIE: No. But three is a lucky number. Even, I think youíve said, a sacred number, once upon a time.
 

ALICIA: Yes, thatís right. (But she looks puzzled.)
 

CHARLIE: See you soon, then.
 

ALICIA: How soon?
 

CHARLIE: Soon. Soon. You know how soon ďsoonĒ is.
 

(They embrace, and Charlie walks off. Alicia stands there gazing after him.)
 

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