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Write a very short play. Title a good turn deserves another.
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A GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER
Characters:
- JUNE, late twenties
- MR. OWEN, seventies
Scene: A city sidewalk at a bus stop. Early morning rain. One umbrella shared between two people.
(Thunder. JUNE rushes with a plastic bag of groceries. MR. OWEN, clasping a thin cane, fumbles and a can rolls away.)
JUNE: Oh—here! (She bends, picks up the can, hands it to him.) Got it.
MR. OWEN: Thank you, dear. Clumsy this morning.
JUNE: It's all right. These bags are traitors.
(MR. OWEN's umbrella has a snapped rib. JUNE tucks her jacket to shield him.)
MR. OWEN: You don't have to—you're getting soaked.
JUNE: You already did the hard part. Consider it an investment in my karma.
MR. OWEN: (smiles) A good turn, then.
JUNE: A good turn deserves another.
MR. OWEN: Spoken like a philosopher. Here—(he digs in his coat, produces a small tin of mints) —for long days. Keep it until you need it.
JUNE: Thanks. You sure you don't want me to call a cab?
MR. OWEN: I live three blocks off. I can manage. Go on—get warm.
(They nod. The bus hisses by. Lights dim to show time passing.)
Later that week. Same bus stop. Evening. Rain again. JUNE, tired, misses the bus. She checks her phone—dead. The streetlamp hums. She exhales and opens the small mint tin; it's nearly empty.
MR. OWEN enters with a grocery bag and the same battered umbrella.
MR. OWEN: Missed it?
JUNE: I did. My phone died. Figures.
MR. OWEN: (holding the umbrella over both of them) Well then—this one’s paid in full. (He offers the tin, nearly empty.) And the mint? Well—consider the investment redeemed.
JUNE: (laughs) You came back.
MR. OWEN: You helped me pick up a can in a storm. Seemed only fair to stand in another with you. Besides—company makes the rain smaller.
JUNE: (soft) Thank you. For the mint and—for coming.
MR. OWEN: Everyone swings the kindness pendulum in their own time. Today it's my turn.
(JUNE tucks her bag under her arm. The rain slows. They walk off together beneath one small umbrella.)
JUNE: A good turn deserves another.
MR. OWEN: And another. It keeps things from getting slippery.
(They exit. Lights down.)
Characters:
- JUNE, late twenties
- MR. OWEN, seventies
Scene: A city sidewalk at a bus stop. Early morning rain. One umbrella shared between two people.
(Thunder. JUNE rushes with a plastic bag of groceries. MR. OWEN, clasping a thin cane, fumbles and a can rolls away.)
JUNE: Oh—here! (She bends, picks up the can, hands it to him.) Got it.
MR. OWEN: Thank you, dear. Clumsy this morning.
JUNE: It's all right. These bags are traitors.
(MR. OWEN's umbrella has a snapped rib. JUNE tucks her jacket to shield him.)
MR. OWEN: You don't have to—you're getting soaked.
JUNE: You already did the hard part. Consider it an investment in my karma.
MR. OWEN: (smiles) A good turn, then.
JUNE: A good turn deserves another.
MR. OWEN: Spoken like a philosopher. Here—(he digs in his coat, produces a small tin of mints) —for long days. Keep it until you need it.
JUNE: Thanks. You sure you don't want me to call a cab?
MR. OWEN: I live three blocks off. I can manage. Go on—get warm.
(They nod. The bus hisses by. Lights dim to show time passing.)
Later that week. Same bus stop. Evening. Rain again. JUNE, tired, misses the bus. She checks her phone—dead. The streetlamp hums. She exhales and opens the small mint tin; it's nearly empty.
MR. OWEN enters with a grocery bag and the same battered umbrella.
MR. OWEN: Missed it?
JUNE: I did. My phone died. Figures.
MR. OWEN: (holding the umbrella over both of them) Well then—this one’s paid in full. (He offers the tin, nearly empty.) And the mint? Well—consider the investment redeemed.
JUNE: (laughs) You came back.
MR. OWEN: You helped me pick up a can in a storm. Seemed only fair to stand in another with you. Besides—company makes the rain smaller.
JUNE: (soft) Thank you. For the mint and—for coming.
MR. OWEN: Everyone swings the kindness pendulum in their own time. Today it's my turn.
(JUNE tucks her bag under her arm. The rain slows. They walk off together beneath one small umbrella.)
JUNE: A good turn deserves another.
MR. OWEN: And another. It keeps things from getting slippery.
(They exit. Lights down.)
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