Breakers by Ronald Micci

Author:Ronald Micci
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PublishDrive
Published: 2016-02-14T23:00:00+00:00

SCENE TWO

The beach at midnight, with perhaps the SOUND of waves washing on the shore, and the moon hanging large in the sky. Enter CONNOR from the darkness.

CONNOR

Joyce? Joyce?

(Enter JOYCE opposite, tentatively)

JOYCE

I’m frightened. I can’t see you.

CONNOR

Come forward.

JOYCE

I’m frightened.

(She moves to him, extends her hands, and he takes them)

This moon, this quiet shifting of the tides. I can feel the rhythm of the ocean deep within me, shifting and shifting, wanting to take me, wanting to take what is deepest and most cherished in my soul.

(CONNOR puts his arms around her)

Who are you?

CONNOR

I’ve told you who I am.

JOYCE

But who really are you? I don’t know you.

CONNOR

Yes, you do. If you are mortal, you know me.

JOYCE

I may be imagined, I may be made up. I may be the siren on the rocks.

(a beat)

I’m frightened of you.

CONNOR

You’re frightened of my strength, my determination. The moonlight is soft and lovely on the sand. The breakers are firm as they rush and roll. There is no reason to be frightened.

JOYCE

When I knocked on your door today, I knew you were more than just someone looking to vacation. You were not a tourist, I knew it. You were serious and desperate. If you had been just another tourist, I wouldn’t have bothered. . . I can’t do it.

CONNOR

You wouldn’t have come if you couldn’t do it. Listen to the ocean far out. Distant and cold, yet inviting. The waves speak as they rush in. They whisper, and the dark breast of the sea heaves up and down. The waves speak, their voice deep with thousands of years of shifting. Deep with the ghosts of many things. Imagine the relief from the pain in the quiet depths of the darkness.

(pause)

JOYCE

Will it be painful?

CONNOR

No.

JOYCE

Will we fight and grab for air, and flail and flail, floundering against the powerful grip and grasp of it? I don’t want to flounder, I don’t want anymore pain. I don’t want to feel the cold iciness around my throat as it drags me under, I don’t want that. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.

CONNOR

It will all be over quickly. Then we can be together forever under the waves.

JOYCE

Hold me, please hold me.

(They tighten their embrace. She brings his mouth to hers; they kiss)

I want you.

CONNOR

No.

(She brings him to her, aggressive in her physical desire. They break)

Joyce?

JOYCE

My mouth is sweet, and I am more powerful than the sea.

CONNOR

No, don’t do this.

JOYCE

Tell me you don’t want me.

CONNOR

I do want you. But it’s too late.

JOYCE

Tell me you don’t want all the summers of my beauty, all the softness and warmth of my flesh. I don’t know you, yet I love you. You are sensitive and lost, and I love you. I am more than flesh and blood. I am the warmth and the womb. I must enfold you.

CONNOR

Joyce?

(They kiss)

Don’t make me want this.

JOYCE

Kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. This is what the thrashing of the waves was trying to tell you, for theirs is a treacherous music. Kiss me and kiss me, here by the sea.

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