Dare Strickland
@DareD2 · 5:00
from DOORS...a play I wrote.
She sets her briefcase and purse down along beside the door and waits. Evidently she is upset. A very neat elderly woman wearing an apron opens the door. She is wiping her hands on an apron as she peeks out the screen. Mama oh, it's you, Sarah. She messes with the unlock with unlocking the screen latch and holds the door open for her daughter. When she releases the latch Sarah says, standing outside, Mother what is this?
Dare Strickland
@DareD2 · 5:00
And there's a scar under your left big toe where you stepped on some glass after you knocked one of my cannon jars off of the kitchen floor. Do you remember? And Sarah says, she wipes, raises her left foot, takes off her shoe and checks out the scarf. Well, I'd forgotten about that, Mama. Well, you forgot about a lot of things, honey. Like sitting with your bare heels hung on the rung of that chair there while you peeled apples in that apple
Dare Strickland
@DareD2 · 5:00
Ellen, the young girl says, it's scratched in the paint. Mama, what does it spell? R I n g o. What does that spell? Ringo. Ringo? What's a ringo? He's not a what, Ellen. He's a who. He was a drummer for the Beatles. Do you love him, Mama? It says you do. She gets out of the chair and goes over to the screen. Let me see that
Dare Strickland
@DareD2 · 5:00
Being wasteful is a sin my electric bill's a joke modern folks, modern things ain't for poor folk I used to sit out in the swang and fan myself I can't find cannon jars no more at that fancy grocery store and I'm told that snuff's a hazard to my health lock that door the boy next door gets high lock that door cause he's apt to wander by they ought to give that boy a wagon and pick up rocks till his butt's a dragging but lock that door cause that boy next door gets high shut that door