Prompt:
it has been said there is a kind of sweetness in the last days of summer, a sweetness in the air, and the long tide of despair.-Caridad Svich, playwright, translator, songwriter, lyricist and editor
Response:
RILEY, 20, stands in the door of her tiny efficiency apartment.
BURT, 52, stands just outside the door looking at his daughter.
BURT
Got everything?
Riley smiles and nods.
BURT
We’re less than ten minutes away by car.
RILEY
I know.
BURT
I expect you to come for dinner at least once a week.
RILEY
Ok.
Burt hesitates and then turns to leave, but stops and turns back.
BURT
I’ll be back tomorrow to ride with you to work.
RILEY
I know the route.
BURT
There are still things we haven’t talked about yet.
RILEY
Ok, Dad.
BURT
And you’re mother’s coming by later to take you out shopping for groceries.
RILEY
She said six thirty.
Burt nods. Riley can see that he’s having trouble leaving.
RILEY
You can come in and stay awhile if you want.
BURT
No... I got stuff to do.
Riley nods and steps outside and gives Burt a hug.
RILEY
See ya later, Dad.
Riley gives Burt a little nudge indicating that it is time for him to leave.
BURT
I love you, daughter.
RILEY
I love you too.
Riley goes in and starts to shut the door.
BURT
Call if you need anything.
Burt turns and leaves. Riley doesn’t quiet shut the door, but watches her dad leave. Finally, she shuts the door.
Curtain.
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