MOMENTS LOST - Debashree Roy
The following is my 1st play(hope you like it): OPENING — NARRATOR: Have you ever heard the story of Eros and Psyche ? The mortal who fell in love with a god? Stories like that are etched in time… and some are etched in this very moment, fleeting as they say. Love… can be anything but simple. Love and life… love and life. ACT-1 SCENE 1 — RIVERSIDE MEADOW, LATE AFTERNOON The sunlight hangs low, spilling gold over the river. A merchant’s boat is moored nearby, half-unloaded. Will sits on a weathered crate, scribbling in his leather bound notebook. Rosalind approaches, carrying a basket of pears. ROSALIND (playful): You always vanish to the same spot. Do you write better by the river… or is it just an excuse to avoid the market? WILL (smiling without looking up): Markets are for trading coins. Here… I trade hours for something rarer...
