Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Jasper's Place, a short play
Jasper: How long did it take you to get here?
Sam: About fifteen minutes.
Jasper: That’s not too bad, is it?
Sam: No, it’s not.
Jasper: Do you want to go fishing?
Sam: No, it’s freezing out there! I wouldn’t go fishing for a million dollars in this weather.
Jasper: You’re crazy. It’s not cold out. (he grabs his coat from off the coach and puts it on.) There. Now, I’m ready.
Sam: I thought we were going to hang out, not go ice fishing?
Jasper: I’m not going ice fishing, I’m going regular fishing.
Sam: Oh, that makes a big difference. Let’s have some beers.
Jasper: Okay, but going ice fishing is better than a beer.
(Sam gaasps.): Oh, no, you did not just say that!
Jasper: I did and I mean every word of it.
Sam: You take that back!
Jasper: I will not.
Sam: Yes, you will. Take it back, I said!
(The front door opens and closes. A teenager steps inside the house. She has long, dark hair and blue eyes.) Hi, Dad.
Jasper: Hi, pumpkin.
Sara: Don’t call me pumpkin, you know I hate that.
Jasper: None of your friends are around.
Sara: That’s true, that’s true…why do you have your coat on, are you going somewhere?
Jasper: I was going to go ice fishing, but Sam wouldn’t let me.
Sam: It’s for your own good.