[Lights come up dim on a man, dressed in red and a woman, dressed in white. They sit cross legged. The woman’s arm is stretched all the way towards the man; the man’s arm is stretched towards her, but only half heartedly.]
WOMAN:
Reach!
MAN:
I don’t think I can.
WOMAN:
It’ll be alright. It’s not hard.
MAN:
I don’t think I’m ready.
WOMAN:
I’ll help you.
MAN:
I don’t know…
WOMAN:
It can work, just reach.
MAN:
We’ll see.
WOMAN:
Please?
[The man looks into the woman’s eyes for a beat and then reaches his arm out towards her they touch and the lights come up full force. He pulls his hand away in shock and the lights go dim again.]
MAN:
I’m sorry. I can’t.
[The man lets his arm drop to the ground and he hangs his head. The woman looks at him in something that resembles anguish. She keeps her arm outstretched to him, though not as desperately as before. Lights fade.]
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