Wilda and Luna

Wilda and Luna

The crunch of leaves, a gentle breeze and distant birds are heard. The squeak of a wood lathe slowly fades in.

Wilda

Luna hi! I haven’t seen you in ages, shouldn’t you be…

The rustle of paper is heard as she shows the letter

Wilda I’m not working for the gnomes now. Hence why I’m here.

Luna that’s… unfortunate.

A short pause

Luna: Come, sit next to me. You can help out if you want.

The lathe continues to spin

Luna: So how is… ermm… whats-his-name?

Wilda: What’d whose name?

Luna: Your… erm… cat?

Wilda: I don’t have one…?

Luna: You don’t? Oh…

The lathe continues to spin

Wilda how’s your… erm.. sister…?

Luna You know I don’t have one! What made you think I do?

Wilda mean I dunno, I just thought that was a reasonable guess.

The lathe continues to spin

Luna: so, erm… what about…

Wilda: so how was… errr...

Wilda: Okay…! I’m going back now. It’s been an nice chat.

Luna: Wait -we should keep in touch. Make sure to write to me!

Wilda: I’ll try. I might see you more often know. I’ve got nothing better to do…!