Mine.

Lights rise to reveal a trash bin sitting center stage. It is filled almost to the brim with various refuse. A woman emerges from the black to stand directly behind the bin. She looks out at the audience with a slight smile and eyes fully wide.

WOMAN:

(Quite high pitched and pleasant)

This is my wonderful chest of goodies. Everyday, I find new treasures in it. (Suddenly very suspicious, almost snarling) and there mine. Mine! (Once again cheerful) Oh, I can’t wait to see what wonders await me today!

She looks down into the trash bin and lets out a little “oooh” in an almost squeak like tone. She plunges her hand into the bin and scrounges around for a bit, her tongue protruding from her mouth in her concentration. When she finds what she is rummaging for her face brightens as her arm leaves the bin. She is holding in her hands a rubics cube missing only two squares. Her delight is tangible.

See, I told you! Too bad it doesn’t matter for you. It’s all mine. Always will be. Forever. (pause.) Well, I’ve got to go. I have to figure out how to get all these greens to not be next to all these yellows and reds… Have a nice day!

She joyfully turns around, already engrossed in her cube and skips off the way she came. Lights fade.

Fin.