Mildred:
Oh my! Oh goodness! J..just look at those two, Ethel.
Ethel:
Where wa… Oh yes. Oh gosh! That is utterly disgusting!
M:
I quite agree, and in public too! They could have waited to do it in a more private place!
E:
Couldn’t agree more, dearie. You know, when I was their age, and I met Michael for the first time, the thought didn’t even occur to us to do something like that. In fact, it was a couple of months of courting before he suggested it. I wonder why he left me?
M:
Well they are possibly courting, but even so. In public as well!
E:
Come on dearie. Let’s go and visit somewhere to take our minds off this… this event.
M:
No, no. Let us watch for a while longer.
E:
Do you mean to say you’re enjoying this spectacle of obscenity.
M:
It’s not that. No. Quite the opposite, in fact. It’s just that, well, I don’t see much of this sort of thing.
E:
Well I don’t care what you think. I’m going.
(Ethel walks off)
M:
Oh er oh aah. Ethel , wait for me!
(Mildred catches up with Ethel)
(They walk on in silence)
M:
You know, seeing those two…
E:
Which two?
M:
That boy and girl.
E:
(disgusted) Oh yes.
M:
Well, anyway, as I was saying, seeing those two I couldn’t help remembering my courting days…
E:
I know what you mean dearie, but I still think it was, ah, very uninhabited, dearie.
M:
UninHIBited, you mean.
E:
Yes. Of course, of course.
M:
But as I was saying I remember my courti… Oh! Ooh! Ooooh! Lo…Look over there! No, don’t! Another couple! Oh, ah, this is all too much! I’m going to have one of my dizzy spells!
E:
Now, now, dearie. Calm yourself. Here, sit down here. It’s all right now, they’ve stopped and gone. It’s all right dearie.
M:
Oh dear! Oh my! Oh goodness! Oh, oh!
Old Man:
(Walks up to the women)
What’s the matter here? I saw you looking quite shocked.
E:
She’s just had a nasty turn. It’s very kind of you to enquire. Wait a minute, but ah, excuse me enquiring, kind sir, what’s your name?
Old Man:
Michael. Michael Haversham.
E:
Mike… Michael Haversham!
MH:
Yes, that’s right. Why?
E:
Oh, I feel, er, ah, quite fable.
M:
(murmured) Feeble.
E:
Yes, er, feeble. Do you mind if I sit down?
MH:
Not at all. Why? What’s the matter?
E:
My name is (dramatic pause) Ethel Jones!
MH:
Uuh Ethel! Ethel? Oh, Ethel. Ethel, my teenage sweetheart? Oh goodness, it must be at least… oh good grief… fifty years since we last met.
M:
Do you mean to say, Ethel, that this is the Michael you are always talking about?
E:
Indeed it is. Now Michael, can you remember when we…(fade out)
Teacher’s Comments
Good
(c) M. Robert Gibson
First written 1978-03-13
School exercise.
Don’t forget, it was written by a schoolboy.
It is published here for purely selfish vanity reasons.
M. Robert Gibson 