Scene: Breakfast table. Dishes are strewn about the place. Light streams in through half shut blinds. A kettle whistles on the stove. Dust hangs in the air, dancing as if practicing a half remembered ballet. Condensation snakes down a half drunk glass of Orange Juice. Someone’s left the cap off the milk. AGAIN! There’s a stony silence. You could cut the tension with a butter knife, except this knife is still buried to the hilt in an open jar. Splotches of strawberry jam dot the dappled wood. They will definitely leave a stain. The kettle whistles urgently. Sounding a warning.
Sun says to Cloud: “I think we should start seeing other people”.
Cloud to Sun (tearful): “But what about last night, it was beautiful. What’s changed between now and then? Is it because I put the milk in first? I can change.”
Sun to Cloud (joyful disposition): “It’s not you, alright! It’s me! I think we’ve been too reliant on routine. On just being there at the same time. The worst of me and the best of you....or the other way around. I just don’t know anymore. I want to shine.”
Cloud to Sun (darkening...rumbles start to appear...flashes): “You’ll take me back. You always do. It gets too hot. People moan about the heat. We will ALL run out of Twisters* one day. Climate change is real. So you go off and do what you want, you’ll come crawling back to hide behind me soon enough, you’ll see.”
Sun to Cloud: “That may be true....but I hope we can still be friends!”
Cloud to Sun: “Get out! I never want to see you again! If I find out you’re seeing that floozy Rainbow, I’ll kill you!”
Rainbow peers in from the window: “Well, you know, I kinda need both of you to exist....sooooo, just saying! My door is always open.”
Sun and Cloud (together): “OH SOD OFF Rainbow, no one wants to see you right now. Read the room!”
*Other sickeningly sweet ice lollies are available.
