MIKLE: Nope! Her car is gone. She’s left…

(Both jerk forward as the car stops. Then they sink

back again as the car accelerates forward.)

MIKLE: She left early… I’ll take you to the hospital.

(They ride in silence for a long time. Finally)

MIKLE: Which entrance is yours?

ANNA: There on the left!…I’m embarrassed! I’m sorry Mikle!

(Car swerves. Anna falls enough to touch Mikle)

MIKLE: Thanks for keeping me awake (beat)….Here you are…

ANNA (as she gets out): Thanks for the ride…I rather enjoyed part of it…

(Pause)

MIKLE I (confidently): Anyhow… I’ll pick you up tomorrow!

THE END

<p>UNEXPECTED PROBLEM</p>CAST:

MIKE – a man of 65 years old

BOB – a friend of Mike, 70 years old.

(Mike, very excited, rushes into Bob’s place. It’s a late evening. Mike has come to share his problem with his friend)

BOB: Mike, what’s up? What’s happened?

MIKE: I’ve have a problem.

BOB: Well, I’m all ears…

MIKE: What’re you drinking? Pour it out for me, please.

BOB: It’s whisky. With water or neat?

MIKE: Neat.

BOB: To our friendship. (They click glasses and drink). I’m listening, keep to the point.

MIKE: My wife refuses to sleep with me.

BOB: Big deal! It’s not a problem at our age. Sleep alone.

MIKE: This is not the point. She refuses to have sex with me.

BOB: She is your lawful wife. She has no right. Insist.

MIKE: But, if she doesn’t want… I can’t rape her.

BOB: How does she explain her refusal?

MIKE: She liked it once, but not now. What l do?

BOB: Well.. May be you’ve hurt her?

MIKE: There was nothing of this kind. We didn’t argue.

BOB: You could’ve said something insulting.

MIKE: I said nothing.

BOB: Nothing while having sex?

MIKE: I usually do this in silence.

BOB: And what about her?

MIKE: She usually says something, but I don’t listen.

BOB: You’ve to listen and say something in return.

MIKE: What do I have to say?

BOB: For instance: how you do like it, how you love her, what beautiful boobs she has.

MIKE: Who’s taught you?

BOB: My own experience.

MIKE: As far as I know, you got divorced from your wife five years ago.

BOB: But my chicks… You don’t take them into consideration… Well, did you try anything to do?

MIKE: What should I do?

BOB: To persuade, to talk her into it…

MIKE: I’ve already tried.

BOB: What was her reaction?

MIKE: No result.

BOB: You see women… They need emotions.

MIKE: What kind of emotions?

BOB: Jealousy. All kind of feelings… Well, you know what I’d do in your place? I’d say her: «OK…you refuse having sex with me, so don’t mind if I find another woman to have sex with».

MIKE: Do you mean to look for a woman in the street? I’m over that age for this.

BOB: Why in the street? Your neighbor in the apartment opposite yours will perfectly do… Did you see her figure? Boobs, hips, and the rest…

MIKE: She is not my kind. She’s prostitute

BOB: Why?

MIKE: All kind of men from the street visit her.

BOB: It’s wonderful

MIKE: It’s dangerous.

BOB: Let me see… (a pause) You know, every woman needs attention, gifts. Did you try to give her any presents?

MIKE: Once I gave her flowers… She threw them in my face and said that she knew what that besom was for.

BOB: You have to be more creative.

MIKE: How?

BOB: Remember your first encounter… The way you strove to win her…

MIKE: Everything happened without any efforts…

BOB: How did you meet?

MIKE: So well… I enter the cafe near my house. Take a seat… Notice a young girl in the corner. She looked very sad. I feel my first feeling for her – pity. Decided to get acquainted with her. Come up to her and ask: «Hi, where’d you get so tanned?» She isn’t tanned at all. She looks up at me: «Are you kidding?» I say: «Yes, I’m. kidding» I say. We got into conversation. I invited her to my place. Then we got marred.

BOB: When did you spent your honeymoon?

MIKE: We were young and decided to spend a week in the tent on the band of the lake…

BOB: I have another honey moon, not in the rent.

MIKE: Bob, do you have vodka?

BOB: Yes.

MIKE: Let’s have one. It’s clean my throat. (They drink vodka). What about you’d honey moon?

BOB: It was in Caribbean or somewhere else I’d hire a room in the hotel with a view of the sea and invited her to the restaurant in the evening. Imagine candles, red vine and the waves of the ocean behind the windows…

MIKE: But I have no money for this kind of vacation.

BOB: Borrow from somebody.

MIKE: How’d I give it back? I’m on a pension.

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