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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Act 1: Scene 1: (As the curtain opens, we see the bulky frame of Farmer George. He paces the worn floor of his large open kitchen. He has just come in from harvesting his crops. Seated at the table is his wife, Florence (Flo), a more educated person, demure, and usually calm. Today she sits, as if in peril, large green eyes darting nervously back and forth as they follow his every move. Across from her on the table is an uncut melon; next to it, a large knife. Both husband and wife appear agitated, and an argument is about to ensue as George leans suddenly forward, glaring at his wife’s startled face, placing both his large rough hands heavily down on the table squarely in front of Flo. . . ) Flo: Mercy, George, what’s gotten into you? You’re nearly giving me a heart attack! George: Don’t tempt me, woman. I want an explanation from you and I want it RIGHT NOW! No more ‘a this dilly dallying around. What in tarnation was ya doin’ out there? Flo: Why, I’ve been in here cooking, can’t you see? George: Cooking? Cooking? I’d say you been cooking up something all right and it ain’t been here in this kitchen! Flo: Why, whatever do you mean, George? George: I seen you out there by the barn, Flo. Don’t you deny it. Flo: I am being perfectly candid with you. I’ve been right here cooking you this supper since 4 o’clock! Why on earth would I be out behind the barn and at this hour? George: That’s what I wanna know! I seen you from the field, Florence. Not more than fifteen minutes ago! I might’a lost some hearing, but I sure ain’t lost my sight yet! You was runnin’ toward the house like yer skirt was on fire. So whaddaya not telling me? (Florences’ gaze settles on the one kitchen window, and suddenly her eyes get very large. At this precise moment, a loud crash is heard from outside. Bruce picks up the knife from the table and dashes off, bellowing, exiting stage left.) For Rambling Roses' Act 1, Scene 1 Contest
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