Pink Vol. IV
Fourth piece of my Pink Project
A One Minute Play By Micah Glyn Clayton
Characters:
ROSE- a young girl
SUN- the sun
Spring 2020, during quarantine. A backyard. The sky is pink, the light is pale.
ROSE comes outside.
ROSE: Good morning, Sun.
SUN: (not fully risen) Good morning, Rose.
ROSE: It’s awfully quiet.
SUN: It’s awfully early. No one else is awake yet.
ROSE: Just you and me?
SUN: Just you and me.
ROSE: I like it. Just the two of us.
SUN: Me too. You make good company, Rose.
ROSE smiles. Beat.
ROSE: It’s kind of lonely though. I’d like for the other people to wake up and join us.
SUN: The whole world is lonely right now, Rose. When everyone wakes up, they won’t be able to join us.
ROSE: Just you and me?
SUN: Just you and me.
ROSE: That’s good too.
The sky swells pink then turns gold as the sun rises.
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