a play in One Act
by Summer Doyle
Scene: 1am, my parents' living room
Props: empty beer bottles and pizza boxes
Characters: 7 friends from high school
(When we enter it is already late in the evening. We hear the animated discussion of people who have not seen each other for years. There is a lull in the conversation.)
Someone from the crowd: So. Are we down for charades?
(They proceed into a rousing game of charades in which the boys beat the girls by a sliver. Much celebration and hand-wringing ensues. People hug goodnight and wander off into the chill night air.)
End of Play
Note from the author: We are just as cool today as we were back then; which is to say, not at all.
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