Razel Razel (and the Others at The Gates)

Our Sordid Tragedy (an intro to our cast of characters in two acts)

Act One, Scene One

The boy

Approaches,

A single bag –

Just one bag –

Hanging from his shoulder

(Not strapped across

The front him

Like armor,

But just hanging

From his one shoulder,

Chest exposed

And vulnerable.)
He steps over

Shattered glass,

The ground glittering

With it

Like confetti from a

Party.

(Who'd wanna go to a party

Here?

He wonders

With each

Cautious

Step.)

He takes note

Of the broken

Window above.

Maybe he also

Takes a

Sigh, a breath sucked in deep

To steady himself

ready himself

Or not.

There's someone with him,

Too.

Non-descript 'cause

It doesn't matter

Who.

Just a grown-up,

Could be

Any

Grown-up, all the same

In their suits,

All suited

(Unsuitable),

Carrying a bag of his own,

But his is

Square

And hard

And gripped with a

Firm hand held in a

Fist

Like a hand that

Battles,

Positioned defensively.

(Or is it offensively?)

His free hand grips the door

Now,

Wooden,

De-stressed

(Destroyed)

And opens it

And he speaks to the boy,

The only lines of this

Scene:

"Home."

Scene Two

Takes us inside

The home