Play 134: Morgue

CHARACTERS
VINCENT, 17
ASHLEY, 17

(Vincent is sitting at a table in a school lunchroom with a sandwich and a soda. Ashley sits down at the table with her lunch.)

ASHLEY
Hey.

(He looks up from his food.)

VINCENT
Hey.

ASHLEY
How’re you doing?

VINCENT
Dead.

ASHLEY
What?

VINCENT
Dead.

ASHLEY
Tired?

VINCENT
Yeah. And just (beat.) well, dead.

ASHLEY
Welcome to school.

VINCENT
Yeah.

(Beat.)

How’re you?

ASHLEY
Guess.

VINCENT
Dead?

ASHLEY
Yup.

VINCENT
Fun.

ASHLEY
(Sarcastically.)
Oh yeah.

(Pause, they sit eating their lunches.)

VINCENT
Where the hell is everyone anyways?

ASHLEY
No clue.

VINCENT
I swear, it’s a fucking morgue here today.

ASHLEY
That would explain why we feel dead.

VINCENT
Indeed.

(Pause.)

VINCENT
I hate my life.

ASHLEY
You shouldn’t say that.

VINCENT
Why?

ASHLEY
Well…

(Beat.)

Good point.

VINCENT
Indeed.

(They sit eating in silence for a couple seconds.)

(Blackout.)