<-- .. title: The Trap .. slug: the-trap .. date: 2020-05-20 .. type: text -->

Scene 1

(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.)


Scene 2:

(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.

SMIFF: I said what I said.

(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.)