Scissors

(Genre: Poetry, Visual, Dramatic Monologue)

Nobody Leave the Room. Cut.
Not one of you leaves this room.
We had seven pairs of scissors here
at two o'clock and now (shh)
there are two pairs
and it's two-thirty.

Quiet. No one move. And

hush.

Quiet. I want those scissors
right here on this table (shifts his view)
I can stand here all day.
Scissors can't wander or fly
or drive away.

With stern eyes:

Linda, close the door.

We need those scissors.