3 June 2015

PROMPT:  Someone saved my life tonight, and they never even knew.

Zeb L. West, writer/performer 
Dave, 60, wheels an overfilled trash can toward the front of the stage.  A bag falls out and breaks open when it hits the ground spilling trash everywhere.  Dave sighs.  Set the trash can down.  He kneels down and starts to scoop the nasty garbage back into the whole in the sack.
Edith comes out with an overstuffed bag of trash.  She stops when she sees Dave.
EDITH
Oops.
DAVE
How hard is it to roll the can out to the curb on Wednesday evening?
EDITH
Ummm... Judging from your success, hard.
DAVE
It wouldn’t be this hard if the Sheila or Ariadne had done it while we were gone.
EDITH
We’re lucky they didn’t leave it piled on the sofa.
DAVE
(not amused)
Ha. Ha.
EDITH
What did you expect?
DAVE
A month of trash overflowing the trash can.
EDITH
(sets the bag down and throws her arms in the air in success)
Ta-da!
Silence.
Dave finishes scooping garbage back into the bag and lifts it carefully onto the top of the overflowing can.
EDITH
Room for one more?
DAVE
No... Unless it contains Sheila’s dead body.
EDITH
Nope, just green fuzzy stuff from the back to the refrigerator.
DAVE
So it smells.
EDITH
(ala Madeline Kahn in “Blazing Saddles”)
Like woses.
DAVE
How womantic.
Silence.
DAVE
And given a week to...
(air quotes)
...”mellow” in the garage ‘til our next trash day...
EDITH
It will probably crawl into the trash can under it’s own power.
DAVE
Unless it kills me in my sleep.
EDITH
Didn’t even know I was saving your life, did you?
Edith tosses the trash bag on the hea; on the can.
End of Play.