A TWO HANDER

KEITH AND TOM IN TORONTO THE PLAY (A SMALL PIECE DISSECTED FROM THE PLAY) TOM: What's wrong with you today,someone die? KEITH: No! It's Francine. Yesterday I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning. I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open. The moment I entered I knew, I could feel it, I could smell it, Hell I could taste it.I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move, I could barely breathe, leave I told myself but I kept walking, I was walking to the beating of the rhythm of my heart. Not really walking, it was like moving through mud, like a slow motion scene in a movie. But this wasn't a movie. This was my life and I could feel it slipping away from my grasp. I heard noises! I had heard that noise a hundred times before, Francine. It traveled through the muck in the air like the sound from a distorted speaker. It mocked me. I reached our bedroom and there they were. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment. Why hadn't I just turned back. I could barely see, my eyes were blurry, yet I knew I had never seen him before. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore, she wasn't. She was just sharing, hm sure sharing. I had done the same countless times before. That was so different it felt so harmless, this? well itttt hacked and tore away at my spirit, at my self worth. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think. I think I said, I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face she didn't need to speak, but, but I think I said 'Sorry,... I said Sorry and I left. I walked for what seemed hours it was minutes, it wasn't like I was walking to a different drummer, this was different there just wasn't any music anymore. I walked until I couldn't walk any more and went back to the apartment, she was gone she had left a note it said Sorry... ...we both were. THERE IS A LONG PAUSE AND FINALLY TOM SPEAKS IN A SOFT VOICE TOM: I don't believe you! KEITH: True TOM: I know you, Keith. THERE IS A PAUSE TOM: Francine caught you in bed with that girl from the doughnut shop. KEITH: True. What do you think of the monologue, I wrote it last night. TOM: You slay me. Yeah sure great monologue. Have you ever thought of having it removed? KEITH: I refuse to be your straight man TOM: Your little brain thinks too much. I'm going out do you want a coffee. KEITH: True. armandhamouth