To wish you a special Halloween, I’m reposting a super creepy one-minute play I wrote last August. It’s called Peeper…
###Peeper, a one-minute play by Rachel Bublitz
It is very quiet. TOM is on stage, HE has a pair of binoculars and looks out with them on one specific spot.
I like to imagine what her name is.
I have narrowed it down to 84 possibilities, and I am certain that it is one of them.
Some nights I call them out to her.
I do not yell. I would never yell at her.
When you watch someone as long as I have watched her you learn things about them. For example, I know that her name cannot be Jackie. I know this.
No, not Deborah. That makes for 83.
TOM moves closer to the spot he is watching. TOM’s breathing becomes audible and quick. TOM speaks quickly.
There goes her blouse.
Tonight the bra she wears is black.
She did not shave under her arms this morning.
Pause. TOM’s speech and breath return to normal.
Now her light is off.
TOM lowers his binoculars.
Sweet dreams. April?…