Twilight Cafe and Flag Woman

Twilight Café [The Last Breakfast]

MAN

(He takes a big gulp from the bottle and blows it out in a spray in her face. Then he makes a sudden karay (attack) with the bois and as she runs away he pursues her around the room.)

You see, is like I have this long, hardwood . . . (WOMAN screams) stick in my hand and I run after Sarah everywhere. Everywhere she runs I run after her. She screams and screams but I do not let up. I get stronger and stronger, surer and surer, harder and harder. But she is quick and I lunge forward to get her and I miss. She scurries away like an ant. No, a snake. A little black, multi-coloured snake, a pretty-coloured snake, which will bite your hand and kill you, if you give her the chance. So you must give her no chance. No chance at all. You must squash out her light right away, as soon as you see it. On time! One time! As she slips and falls, right there, in front of me. But gets up, just in time. I can’t catch her. I dive forward to dig out she liver with my wood leading me. Sarah falls again, in agony, in front of me, and begs and begs and begs. I am strong this time. So I crack her once. (Lightning and Thunder from the thunderstorm outside.) I crack her twice. (Another crack of Lightning and Thunder.) Oh God! My stick strikes her head and cuts across her body as blood squirts everywhere. Her blood, a red, red wine is dripping from my hardwood stick. It is all over her face and clothes, on the floor, in my face, in my mouth, down my throat and I taste it. I drink it. I drink her blood. Oh God! Is plenty blood. Too much blood. God! (He tries to wrap her in his large red handkerchief. To soothe her wounds.) (Pause.) I am tired. She remains on the ground. She doesn’t get up? Sarah? Get up? Limp? She is limp. Like a lamb. Meek. (Pause.) I don’t know what to do. But I not afraid, even though my feet floating backwards and I facing forwards. I am somewhere else other than where I am. I am here. This is not Sarah on the ground. It is not Sarah. (Pause.) We can be together now. You don’t have to leave. Yes, we can be together now, Sarah. Sarah? Sarah? But something happen to Sarah? She doesn’t answer. But why she doesn’t answer? I must ask her. Why you don’t answer, Sarah? What? I bend down and look at her closer. It is Sarah. Oh my God, Sarah. Who do this? This is your blood? Oh God! Who do this to you? Don’t be afraid to tell me. Is something you do?

Flag Woman

MISS B.

(swallows hard.)

This little black boy, naked, just stand up just so and ‘buse me. I stand up by the standpipe and watch the little fella. He ent no bigger than my, my finger nail, watch me and tell me what I should do and with what parts of my body. Well I just watch he, take up my bucket, full of water, and walk round the corner to my house. That night I went into my bed early. I was a little tired. The next thing I know I see the head of this little prick, peeping at me, through a hole in the floorboards. Well, as the blood fly up in this head, I take up my po from under my bed and fling the little piss in it down the hole. Aye!! Aye!!! Aye!!!!

That boy start to bawl and lo and behold I hear a whole set of naked voices laughing, running out of meh yard and scampering down the road. What? Them little bitches!

(The brass band moves down the road.)

FX. Sound of chipping feet.