Know the Teacher Left Behind

Know the Teacher Left Behind

Light Switch

A One Act Play

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William R. Boyer
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LIGHT SWITCH

A One Act Play

            by

 William R. Boyer

Copyright © 2019                              reyobllib@yahoo.com


                          Cast of Characters

Thomas: Late 40s husband

Tatiana: Late 40s wife 

Nate:        17-year-old son (may be entirely audio)

    

“Light Switch” premiered July 12, 2019 at the Detroit Repertory Theater. Directed by Rebecca Godwin, Tony Amato played the role of Thomas, Matt Paciorkowski as Nate, and Maureen Paraventi as Tatiana.


                          Setting

Middle class living room in middle America.

                          Time

The present.


Darkness, howling wind, thunder, some brief helicopter sounds. A siren and barking dog echo in the distance. THOMAS fumbles around the shadowy living room, near a large sofa, wearing work clothes with a lit candle lantern. He’s trying to light a slightly similar glass-encased candle. TATIANA yells from a nearby bedroom.

                          THOMAS

          Damn it. This wick won’t light.

                          TATIANA

          What? Are you talking to me?

                          THOMAS

          It won’t light.

                          TATIANA

          What?

                          THOMAS

          This candle I’m on.

                          TATIANA

          Get a handle on what?

                          THOMAS

          Candle. It worked fine last time. Look, I don’t want to yell while we’re in. . .

TATIANA, dressed in a bathrobe, stumbles into the room with a small broken flashlight.

                          TATIANA

          Thought you were getting some flashlights. This is bad.

                          THOMAS

          Why? It’s probably no worse than the last outage.

                          TATIANA

          How do you know?

                          THOMAS

          They have utility crews all over, just waiting for something like this again.

                          TATIANA

          And they’re idling in their big trucks, just down the street?

                         THOMAS

          No, you know what I mean. If the whole town is out, it still shouldn’t last more than a day or two.

TATIANA slams down the broken flashlight on a light-stand next to the couch.

                          TATIANA

          A day or two.

                          THOMAS

          Relax.

                          TATIANA

          It took almost three days last time.

                          THOMAS

          And before that, the blackout lasted only two or three hours.

                          TATIANA

          We don’t really know what caused this one.

                          THOMAS

          Not yet. What do you want me to say?

                          TATIANA

          That everything’s going to be all right.

                          THOMAS

          Everything’s going to be all right.

                          TATIANA

          You don’t sound convincing.

                          THOMAS

          Everything’s going to be fine, my love.

                          TATIANA

          So no flashlights?

                          THOMAS

          I’m starting with the candles first. You may have to help me find some batteries.

                          TATIANA

          Batteries? You’re supposed to—

                          THOMAS

          Two. Size C.

                          TATIANA

          Not trying to sound anti-feminist here, but shouldn’t the man of the house be unpacking some kind of emergency Boy Scout kit right about now?

                          THOMAS

          Been a bit too busy this month to restock my line of military grade LEDs—

                          TATIANA

          —Shouldn’t you check the fuse box or whatever?

                          THOMAS

          Did you look across the street? Both sides, they’re all out.

                          TATIANA

          Nate. We have to call him. I do. Now.

                          THOMAS

          So your phone works?

                          TATIANA (starts searching for phone)

          Yes, but my juice is low. I just put it down somewhere.

                          THOMAS

          I just started charging mine in the bathroom when we lost power.

                          TATIANA

          Nate may be trying to drive home.

                          THOMAS (lights second candle)

          There. Finally. Quite an accomplishment.

                          TATIANA

          Maybe girlfriend’s house has power.

                          THOMAS

          If not, I’m sure he’s in no hurry to get home.

                          TATIANA

          What’s that supposed to mean?

                          THOMAS

          If I was Nate, I’d try to take advantage of the darkness—

                          TATIANIA (finds cell)

          Her mother is home. Here it is. They’re not alone—

                          THOMAS

          Well, they’re surely not studying now. . . .

                          TATIANA (dialing number)

          Should I just tell him you’re lusting after his girlfriend?

                          THOMAS

          Huh? Lusting after Sherrie?

                          TATIANA

          You don’t notice how uncomfortable he gets when you say how cute she is.

                          THOMAS

          So that makes me lusting after his girlfriend?

                          TATIANA

          It makes you suspect.

                          THOMAS

          Suspect? What are you talking about?

                          TATIANA

          Your browser, when you forgot to close your laptop last week, remember?

                          THOMAS

          When you were poking around my work space?

                          TATIANA

          Work space? You mean your playroom? He’s not answering—

                          THOMAS

          My computer?

                          TATIANA

          “Naughty Nurses?” Naughty Nurses? And their bad bedside manners? Really?

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