Thursday, 18 February 2016

Pip’s Umbrella and Hope

Lucille: Nice umbrella!

Mo: It is Pip’s. (BEAT) Have you been drinking a lot of coffee?

Lucille: I have been advised to.

Mo: That doctor friend of yours is a nut case.

A pause.

Lucille: I can’t believe it? Are we living in… this is ridiculous?

Mo: What is?

Lucille: Haven’t you read today’s newspaper?

Mo: Ah! I don’t read newspapers anymore.

Lucille: Why?

Mo: For peace darling.

Lucille: Peace… yeah, right.

Mo: Wanna piece of it?

Lucille: Piece of peace? What are y…

Mo: The carrot cake… what’s wrong with ya Lucille?

Lucille: O! Yeah, sure. (EATING THE CAKE) Whatever is happening, it hits everyone… directly or indirectly I mean… it hits everyone.

Mo: Hmm! This place has the best cakes in the world.

Lucille: I love it here! (BEAT) Is there any hope?

Mo: Hope? Hmm… there is always some hope… that’s what is dragging us, you know, ya.

Lucille: Dragging us you say…

Mo: Of course! I mean come on, where is the “hope” leaving to? It’s not in any rush like us, I… I hope. Gosh! (BEAT) I feel a bit eerie today, I don’t know why.

Lucille: No really? No, it’s lovely today.

The grey weather outside changes into black and the wild dancing winds start to pour heavy rain, the clouds roar loudly declaring that they too have read the sad newspaper. Lightening hits a tree.

Mo: Storm’s coming. Is it still lovely for you? Lucille!

Lucille: What? Hm? Yeah! But listen, where did you park the car?

Mo: Why? Under the tree. But why?

Lucille: Now it is literally under the tree, crushed I suppose.

Mo: What! (GETS UP) O no!

Lucille: Wait, try some strong coffee, you’ll feel better and hopeful.

Mo: Wa… Lucille you’re crazy!

Mo leaves hurriedly.

Lucille: Mo! Pip’s umbrella! (PAUSE) I think I hit a nerve there… but black coffee works wonders… I can’t do without it… especially after reading the newspaper.

Umbrella Painting by Bethany Cannon


  1. I totally agree....nowadays - "Ignorance really is bliss"

  2. The funny part is that only after being aware can one understand 'ignorance is bliss'.



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