Provo

"Provo"
a play in three acts
by Bret Meisenbach

AN EXCERPT:
CAROLINE: These mountains are warmer than usual this year. At the cold crisp tip, I'm sure that the weight of the world doesn't feel so dire.

JACK: Probably. But there are always ways to feel warmer.

CAROLINE: Love?

JACK: Actually, I was speaking more of cigarettes and rum.

[Jack pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of spiced rum, showing them mockingly to Caroline]

CAROLINE: Nobody abuses either of those things in in this town.

JACK: Then let's not abuse them. Let's have them in moderation.

CAROLINE: I'm fine. You're welcome to your own heavy destruction.

JACK: No thanks. I was only curious to see us kill ourselves out of the same boredom.

[Jack throws the cigarettes and lets the bottle of rum roll down the hill]

CAROLINE: You're a strange guy, Jack.

JACK: And you're a strange creature, Caroline.

CAROLINE: A creature?

JACK: You are human, aren't you?

[Caroline stares at Jack for a long time before finally slapping his thigh]

CAROLINE: We can be born of the same boredom, can't we? What say you to creating?

JACK: I'll be as reckless as you are.

CAROLINE: Then let's show this town some fireworks.