The Table

By Brenna Croker


 

CAST

    Barrie – a 27-year-old man, well-dressed, meticulously groomed

    Sawyer – his 23-year-old fiancée, more relaxed

 

PLACE

A dusty indoor storage facility just outside of town

 

TIME

Mid afternoon, present day

 

(The scene starts as Barrie bends over to pull up the heavy metal door to the storage unit labeled 302. It is mostly filled with dusty cardboard boxes. A dining room set – a large table with eight coordinating chairs – dominates the space.)

 

BARRIE

Here they are. All of my earthly possessions.

 

SAWYER

Oh, love. You’re forgetting all your stuff back home.

 

BARRIE

Here they are. All of my earthly possessions, pre-Sawyer.

 

SAWYER

Ah, I see what you mean now.

 

BARRIE

Well…let’s start going through it all shall we? Not that there’s much. This should be quick.

 

SAWYER

Where do we even begin?

 

BARRIE

You grab that box over there. (He points to a box on his left.) And I’ll take this one over here. (He points to a box on his right.) And we’ll meet in the middle.

 

SAWYER

Sounds good to me. (She opens a box.) I got pictures.

 

BARRIE

I’ve got cassettes over here. Useless by now. Huh. ACDC. Metallica. Van Halen. Man, these things bring back memories. I’ll just throw them all out.

 

SAWYER

You always did have the worst taste in music. Is this your mother in this picture here?

 

BARRIE

They wouldn’t look good on a shelf next to Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond.

 

SAWYER

Are you avoiding the question?

 

BARRIE

What? Sorry. What was it? Oh. No. Not my mother. No.

 

SAWYER

Well, she looks an awful lot like you. How about this one? Is this your dad?

 

BARRIE

Nope. Nope.

 

SAWYER

Who are any of these people then? I know for sure that this has to be you. Baby you. I’d know that nose anywhere. Look at you smiling. You were adorable.

 

BARRIE

Those are garbage, too. Put them on the pile with the cassettes.

 

SAWYER

Oh, but!

 

BARRIE

No ‘buts.’ We don’t have that much room at home. If we don’t need it, throw it out.

 

SAWYER

Oh…Barrie… (She sighs and slides the box away. She opens another.) Clothing? T-shirts, mostly. A Lot of black. Band shirts. Metallica! Very precious. I can see you wearing it.

 

BARRIE

That used to be one of my favorites. Back in the day.

 

SAWYER

Very cute. But you want these in the trash pile too don’t you?

 

BARRIE

You know me so well.

 

SAWYER

Come on. You don’t even want to keep this one for the memories?

 

BARRIE

Oh, absolutely not.

 

SAWYER

Is there anything you even want to keep?

 

BARRIE

It’s been so long. I don’t even know what’s in here anymore.

 

SAWYER

Well in that case… (She slides the box of photos away from the garbage pile when his back is turned.) I’ve got a box of old books here. I know you like to read. We can add these to your piles at home.

 

BARRIE

I’ve read them all already. I’ve read them a bunch of times.

 

SAWYER

You don’t even know what books are in here.

 

BARRIE

I’m really just here for the table. We’ve been needing something nice for the dining room.

 

SAWYER

What? You don’t like my set?

 

BARRIE

It’s mismatched.

 

SAWYER

That’s what makes it charming!

 

BARRIE

You called all those broken teacups you insisted on keeping around charming, too.

 

SAWYER

It gives them character. Don’t you dare say those are garbage!

 

BARRIE

No, no, no my dear. I didn’t mean anything of the kind. (A sigh.) It’s dusty.

 

SAWYER

You said it’s been years.

 

BARRIE

Yeah. But what the hell else am I gonna do with this stuff? The apartment was too small. At least we have a house now. (He sits down in one of the empty chairs.)

 

SAWYER

Did your parents give this to you? (She sits down opposite him.)

 

BARRIE

Ah, no. Well I mean it was theirs. But ‘give’. That’s a loose term.

 

SAWYER

What do you mean?

 

BARRIE

I guess technically I stole it.

 

SAWYER

How do you steal an entire dining room set?

 

BARRIE

With enough motivation, Sawyer, my dear, anything is possible.

 

SAWYER

Mr. Mysterious you’ve always been. Why this though? Of all things to steal.

 

BARRIE

Just to be annoying I guess.

 

SAWYER

Tch. That you are.

 

BARRIE

Hey, now.

 

(A moment passes in silence. Barrie’s attention turns to the table.)

 

BARRIE

This thing is kind of big. I used to hide underneath it, you know. Play games.

 

SAWYER

Hide from the monsters?

 

BARRIE

Yeah. (He smiles.)

SAWYER

Hide from your father?

 

BARRIE

(The smile quickly disappears.) Yeah.

 

(Another moment of silence passes.)

 

SAWYER

It’s a nice table. I mean. Nice wood. Absolutely beautiful. And it goes with our décor.

 

BARRIE

It’s garbage, too.

 

(Sawyer puts her forehead down on its surface and sighs.)