Scene 1 blond body-perfect She wears corporate black casually draped label scarf her highlight-streaked tresses - hair to flick and display interest mobile-phone laugh every second pause pouted poised use of office eyes and mouth gaze-long sincerity that familiar dance with steps well known moist lips tongue-wetted backwards and forwards as she speaks intensely leaning on elbows she slides amphibiously table-hovering forward (She’s good at this) focus – focus - focus
Scene 2 His suit speaks volumes pure wool power black coat draped hair distinctively mottled silver cut just right on the neck wears no-frame glasses giving an unmistakable air of knowledge His quiet voice and intensity reveals someone very comfortable reaching goals
He orders She contributes
Soliloquy
this girl will get what She wants but what does she want don’t think it is Him for the long term uninformed He is Step One around the middle of the ladder I’d say (croissant comes coffee poured ‘My – that’s a big one!’) I almost burst out laughing at the obviousness of it all…
Scene 3 Moment of judgement He reaches over jacket pocket pulls out the ubiquitous square box covered with simple but stylish green paper (politically good colour) matching green card attached
fingers fly-feel size and shape not immediately accepted face re-clothed ‘Oh’ blush, blush, ‘…you shouldn’t have…’ decide hungry hands grasp rip the paper ‘Hmmmmmmm’ frown wins again betrays She sees white cardboard cover (still) jeweller’s box – gauche!
She furiously manipulates hands examining giving time fractions disapproving/approving milking the moment using all weapons deep questioning look tentative smile opens the offering breath explains softly gasps with cued drama held high like an Academy Award the diamonds sparkle in the early morning itinerant restaurant electrical down-lights
Scene 4 ‘Hmmmmm, this is what they are wearing nowadays…’ She puts it on – ‘it fits’ leave it there a beat let him drink the vision perfect arm held by His perfect jewels pat twice (enough) show eyes a caress take it off - put it back in the box on the table dismissed
‘Cut!’ called lurking waitress interrupts this act of Cleaning Agent (Soapy) play…
Scene 5 She insists on paying for the meal making her point pushing her notes into bored staff hands (seen the show before) scrabbling for change
they are alone again She continues to flirt now with a brilliant edge knows She’s got Him but can She still use Him He obviously didn’t give her what She expected… this time but She leans over to give Him a quick ‘Thank You’ non-sexy kiss desperate He recognizes makes a gluttonous meal
She leans back mentally puts her hands behind her head He continues to hold fast her hand trying rubbing closed fingers possessed by His hand
She slides her glance down and away-side reaches back to put her arm
through coat sleeve body to follow time to go another meal something tastier
He didn’t want this moment to happen. He is now no longer strong corporate giant but vine plucking lover wants more suddenly realizes whatever was expected wasn’t delivered He stuffed up – failed She walks out of his life He will re-grow his hard shell and make a mental note not to bend again
Music Up ‘Hello Darkness, my old friend… I’ve come to talk to you again…’
From ‘Sounds of Silence’ by Simon & Garfunkle.
Epilogue
at the next table our waiter regrets ‘No pancakes today – no facilities.’ croissants instead? scones? ‘ No, sorry, even toast couldn’t – the renovations… no coffee machine either no donut machine…’
Oh tragedy!
I look at black and white photos of war planes 50’s & 60’s stuff on the shelves the ‘Unattended Luggage…’ sign all testament to the vacuum of itinerants.
Hearing a Corella cry as it flies across grey skies, Anticipating the squall, clear showers of life. Gutters flow from Heaven to Earth, giving birth to clean growth.
The sudden green as parched soil erupts with change. A fresh day, sun rays, lines of pinks or orange, pale to bright blue, herald the new; a promise of happiness to come.
Painting walls, making beds, cooking meals together. Taking note of all the colours in our lives, remembering that single white Corella, we still watch the storm, together.
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