8 July 2012
[A HUSBAND AND WIFE AT HOME IN THE EVENING]
[SHES COOKING. ROOTED TO THE SPOT].
HUSBAND: [ENTERS, HANGS COAT, KISSES HER, SITS AT TABLE]
GOOD DAY? [ALWAYS PAUSES AFTER EACH LINE TO ALLOW SPACE FOR A RESPONSE THAT NEVER COMES]
SHIT.
JUST SHIT.
[OPENS PAPER AND SIMULTANEOUSLY GRABS BREAD AND BUTTER THAT IS ALREADY ON THE TABLE]
NOT REALLY
PASTA?
I MIGHT HAVE PASTA.
FUCK ME, WHAT A DAY.
[HE READS FOR A BIT, SHE COOKS FOR A BIT]
HAS THE DOG BEEN OUT FOR A SHIT?
[EVENTUALLY]
SO WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY?
[SHE IS FOCUSED ON THE SINK]
NOTHING?
YOU CANT HAVE DONE NOTHING.
YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING.
DID YOU RING YOUR MUM?
DID YOUR MUM RING YOU.
ANYTHING GOOD ON TELLY?
YOU'LL BE DOING YOUR EXERCISE I SUPPOSE?
I MIGHT WATCH THE FOOTBALL OKAY?
PROBABLY BE SHIT.
[THEIR EYES NEVER MEET]
Opuss № I