SOME DAYS ARE HAPPIER THAN OTHERS BY JEFFREY LO
Lights up.
Projection: Saturday.
MOM knocks at the door.
MOM: Son…
SON: What?
MOM: How are you doing?
SON: Not good…
MOM: It’s the first day of summer vacation.
SON: I know.
MOM: Do you want to do anything?
SON: No.
MOM: Really?
SON: I just want to be alone.
MOM: Why?
SON: … because that’s what I want.
MOM: … ok.
Lights shift.
Projection: Sunday.
MOM knocks at the door.
MOM: Son.
SON: Not today mom.
MOM: I’m leaving for mass in a 15 minutes.
SON: Ok.
MOM: Are you going to join me?
No answer.
MOM: Do you want to join me?
SON: No.
MOM: Why?
SON: I’m not feeling well.
MOM: Do you feel sick?
SON: No.
MOM: How do you feel?
SON: Not well. I told you. I want to be alone.
MOM: Ok…
Lights shift.
Projection: Monday.
MOM knocks at the door.
MOM: Son…
No answer.
MOM: It’s been three days…
No answer.
MOM: I’m going to open the door, ok?
No answer.
MOM: I’m coming in now…
MOM opens the door.
No one is there.
MOM looks around, worried.
After a moment SON approaches her from behind.
SON: Hey.
MOM: Oh! You startled me.
SON: Sorry.
MOM: For what?
SON: Startling you.
MOM: Oh.
SON starts to walk away.
MOM: Where are you going?
SON: I think I’m going to go to the park and see if anyone is playing basketball.
MOM: Oh… Did you want something to eat?
SON: I ate earlier. I’m not hungry right now. Probably when I get back?
MOM: Ok…
SON starts to exit.
MOM: Son.
SON: Yeah?
MOM: How are you feeling?
SON: What do you mean?
MOM: Are you doing better?
Pause.
SON: Maybe? I dunno.
Pause.
SON: I’m gonna go to the park now.
MOM: Ok…
SON exits.
MOM: Love you…
Lights fade.
END OF PLAY.