Character: JOHNNY, A tall, thin woman ranging from mid forties to early twenties. She has very long blonde hair down to her waist that is unkept and a little wild.
(In the desert.) *HAGAR is a fish in a jar.
JOHNNY: I know what you’re going to say so don’t say it! . . . Maybe I should have sent him away. . . shouldn’t have let him kiss me. . . But what’s the point? It’s already happened! I can’t change it now. . . What do you mean what if I can? It’s not real Hagar. . . Yes I could taste the nutty bar. . . You actually think that if I hadn’t kissed him just now that somehow my life would be different?.. . Then I am not the crazy one here Hagar, you are! . . . What about the voice? Yes! I heard one last time I was here but that was twenty years ago. . . I said it was sacred! Not magic! There’s a difference!. . . The difference is. . . the difference is. . .that I don’t know what’s real anymore Hagar. That’s the difference. (Beat.) Maybe I didn’t hear a voice. Maybe I just. . .made a mistake.
(A dizzy spell. Johnny shakes her head, she breathes deeply, she bends over, carefully lowering herself to the ground.)
No Hagar, I am not drinking your. . . BECAUSE YOU NEED IT! STOP SAYING THAT! I AM NOT KILLING MYSELF! . . . Hagar? Are you crying? . . Stop crying. . . STOP CRYING! If I drink a sip will you promise to stop crying? . . . Okay.
(She opens the jar, and takes a small drink.)
Now that’s all. (Beat.) Phew! I’d forgotten how powerful the sun is out here. The feel of it burnin on your skin and meltin your clothes so that they become part of your flesh almost. (Beat. She whispers.) And the sand…
(She lays down in the sand. The wind picks up again.)
You know, if I’m wrong, and we die here, I believe the sand will just blow around us and cover us up. Take us in.
(Johnny drifts off to sleep. She drops the jar, the water begins to leak out the air holes. Johnny jerks awake.)
Oh my God! Oh my God! Hagar! (Grabbing for the jar.) I’m so sorry! How could I be so careless!... It’s okay. I got you now. . . It’s okay.