'That Thing'- A Sketch

The dialogue came to me in a dream and I wrote it down on the train home.


Lights up.

Two people on stage- MUM and DAD. They sit upon chairs.

M: Do you remember?
D: Remember what?
M: You know.
D: What?
M: That thing.
D: What thing?
M: That thing.
D: Which thing?
M: That thing!
D: I don’t remember.
M: You do.
D: I don’t.
M: You do!
D: I do?
M: Yes!


Pause


D: What thing?
M: You know.
D: I don’t.
M: You do. It’s that thing.
D: Which thing?
M: That one.
D: That one?
M: No, that one.
D: I don’t remember.
M: You do!
D: I don’t.
M: It’s that thing!
D: What thing?
M: That thing!
D: I don’t remember.
M: You do! (Pause) Oh, it’s that thing!
D: That thing?
M: No, that thing!
D: That thing?
M: Yes! That thing!
D: Ah, that thing!
M: That thing.
D: I do remember.
M: You do.
D: I do, yes.
M: Yes.
D: That thing was good.
M: It was good.

D: I thought you meant that thing.
M: No, that thing.
D: I see.
M: Yes.


Pause


D: What about it?
M: What?
D: That thing.
M: That thing?
D: That thing.
M: It was good.
D: Yes. Very good.
M: Good that thing was.
D: Yes. Very good. Very good.


Black-out.