Prompt:
-Belinda Acosta, novelist/journalist/playwright
Response:
The wind blows leaves across an empty stage except for a carpeting of more leaves, yellow, red, and orange.
A gangly young woman, TRUDY, in an old dress enters with a waltzing gate, kicking up leaves with each step.
Trudy stops and scoops up a handful of leaves and tosses them in the air above her head.
TRUDY
(sadly)
Why? Why?
Trudy bends and scoops another handful of leaves and tosses them above her head.
TRUDY
(angrily)
Why!?
Trudy leans down to pick up another handful of leaves, but stops and kneels looking at one red leaf in particular.
She picks up the red leaf. The leaf is shaped like a pair of large red lips. She holds the leaf up to her mouth covering her own lips.
TRUDY
(dreamily)
I dream things that never were and say “Why not?”
Trudy throws the leaf up in the air and laughs and runs off stage.
Curtain.
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