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Suicide at Post Street
A One-Minute + Play
In Two Scenes

Mel Waldman

    Characters:

    DETECTIVE ADAM WISE DAW

    SCENE 1

    Upstage, a sprawling painting of a 2-story house in the Gravesend section of Brooklyn spans the width of the stage. At the top of the painting, an inscription says, HOME SWEET HOME. Downstage, a nameless teenager lies on the floor in a pool of blood, clutching a .22. Upstage, a barren desk and chair are a few feet behind the boy. Detective Adam Wise enters the room upstage and walks downstage to the corpse, stands over it, and turns his head to the audience.

    DAW: A neighbor heard the gunshot, called 911, and here I am, ahead of the others. Why did he kill himself? Why did he choose death?

    CURTAIN

    SCENE 2

    Detective Adam Wise stands in the suicide room. The corpse is missing.

    DAW: What happened to the boy? Who took the dead body? Why? Is there anything worse than suicide? Murder? Death? The detective moves downstage and stands a few feet from the audience, on the edge of the stage. No one else is coming to this crime scene. I’m all alone. Part of me has died. I lost the boy today. My shrink says I suffer from PTSD and perhaps, something worse. Who am I? I died today and for the past few months, I’ve blacked out again and again. Who’s lurking inside my head? Who? He turns around, walks upstage, sits at his desk and removes his .45 Magnum. He places it on the desk. What shall I do? What would you do? He points to his gun, looks at the pitch-black space beyond. You, out there, tell me what to do. I’m lost.

    CURTAIN

    THE END



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