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Love/Hate
Copyright © 2000, Jacquelyn Priskorn

Synopsis
A couple meets in the park. Do they know each other? If so, why does she hate him so much? This 10 minute play touches on betrayal, abortion, and forgiveness. Both characters deal with these elements and each other in very different ways, but its hard to tell who is right and who is wrong. Maybe no one is.

Characters
WILLIAM: male, 20s-30s

BELLE: female, 20s


WILLIAM
Why did you do it, Belle?

BELLE
It was the next best thing to killing you. That's why, Bill.

WILLIAM
I see.

BELLE
No, you don't! Why do I still hurt? I'm supposed to feel better now. I have a whole burden lifted... It's not fair and you'll never understand!

WILLIAM
I just wish I could've helped. I might never understand, but maybe... I don't know.

BELLE
Are you still angry?

WILLIAM
A little.

BELLE
Good.

WILLIAM
But, I'm more sad than anything.

BELLE
What good would it have done, huh? You'd be forced to see me; I'd be forced to see you.

WILLIAM
Maybe. Or maybe I could have been there with you for the decision you did make. Maybe I would've supported that, too.

BELLE
I don't need your support.

WILLIAM
Do you want it?

BELLE
I... Why are you bothering me? You have nothing to say about my body or me! Nothing!

WILLIAM
I just came here because your sister—

BELLE
Dani thinks she knows everything since she got her diploma.

WILLIAM
She knows a lot.

BELLE
Why don't you sleep with her, too?

WILLIAM
Belle—

BELLE
Why don't you just go back to your "girlfriend" and leave me alone? It shouldn't be too hard. You've done it before.

WILLIAM
(getting ready to go)
Honestly, Belle, I am sorry. If you ever need—

She turns away. He gives up and starts to exit.

BELLE
William?
(He stops.)
Would you have married me?

There is a pause, but he doesn't need to think about it.

WILLIAM
No.

BELLE
Yeah?
(Not looking at him.)
I would've married you.

WILLIAM
Yeah?

BELLE
Yeah. I would've hated it. I mean you're so needy and pessimistic and... and... short...

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