Things happen. A slow fall of dust.
Suddenly, eyes don’t meet.
“Sorry, time’s tight. I must –
I can’t make it Saturday.” A beat.
The silence stretches out.
“Okay.” Pause. Shoes fascinate.
“Sunday?” “No. I really doubt
I’ll be free.” “Why complicate –“
“- Complicate? I don’t - what –
What does that mean?” “Nothing.
Look! You, I, must - we’ve got –
We should see, something
Its not right.” “What’re you saying?”
A quick move to catch a sneeze.
Hand outstretched. “Let’s stop playing.
Please. Let me have my keys.”
Hard stares. “You can’t mean it.”
“’Fraid I do. Seems it’s finished.”
Sighs. “Frankly, I haven’t seen it.”
“You have. Our feelings have diminished.”
“Well, if you feel that way.”
“I do.” A shrug. A sad smile.
Helpless gesture, palms upraised.
“Perhaps phone, after a while?”
Slowly she retreats. He stands, dazed.