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From: Vicky Steeves The ground is but a memory, And sapphires fill my eyes Black night and bleached bone-ivory Have muddled grey with truth and lies; But bring me far, and bring me near To where the red dawn glows Where gristle, green, and galvanize The lands wherein my treasure grows. (A quaint village. Present day. The marketplace bustles and rustles. SMIFFBANY, our heroine, is buying apples.) SMIFF: Ah, thank you for the apples, humble Appleman, but nothing can fill the hunger of loneliness. I fear I have dated every man in our village of four people, and now I’ll never find my one true love. (A horse whinnies. Riding in on a handsome steed is a handsomer stud. GROMBO, prince from a faraway land, enters with a rose.) GROMBO: Did somebody say Grombo? SMIFF: No! But, perhaps I could. GROMBO: Fair lady, why do you eat that apple so sadly? SMIFF: You wouldn’t be interested in the troubles of a young, beautiful woman. GROMBO: I would! SMIFF: I’m pregnant. GROMBO: Have a good day. (He leaves.) (SMIFF weeps a frenzy of weeps. But LO! From the sunset comes in a twink like none ever seen in this age. Tis Chimothée!) CHIM: My lady, don’t cry. He doesn’t deserve you. SMIFF: That much seems clear, handsome little boy. CHIM: I’m in my twenties.
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+.. title: Jobin's Monologue
+.. slug: jobin-monologue
+.. date: 2020-05-20
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(Chim goes to comfort but stubs the sharpest stub you’ve ever stubbed on a nasty stubbing +rock.)
+ +CHIM: OW!
+ +SMIFF: Not the Stubbing rock! You’ve loosed the sacred rock from its really dangerous hold in the +middle of the street
+ +(She helps him to the doctor.)
+ +SMIFF: I’ll check back with you later, go seek the medicine man.
+ +(GROMBO, having overheard that he’s not worthy, turns right around on priniciple, and comes back with a new different flower.)
+ +GROMBO: Ah, Lady, I was just getting you a new flower, and you’re talking to another man. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve wildly and irrationally jealous.
+ +SMIFF: My name is Smiffbany.
+ +GROMBO: Of course, Lady.
+ +SMIFF: What kind of flower you got?
+ +GROMBO: Um, what kinds do you like?
+ +SMIFF: Volcanic irises, the rarest in the kingdom.
+ +GROMBO: Um, yeah. This is one, but it looks different because it’s out of season. But here. I know you love them.
+ +She is visibly impressed.
+ +GROMBO: I was en route to feed my horse a stiff drink of water. Would you show this traveler to the well?
+ +SMIFF: Of course, I know the way. It’s upstage right.
+ +(They head to the well.)