Sticks and Stones

Author: • October 29, 2017 • Plays

Characters

MOSES, a prophet

AARON, his brother, a priest

PHINEAS, grandson of Aaron

ABIASAPH, an Israelite

 

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The action unfolds in the wilderness, some while back. MOSES and AARON are relaxing in deck chairs, in front of a tent from which intermittent rumbles of thunder can be heard.

AARON         You asleep, Moish?

MOSES          Not anymore.

AARON         Can I ask you something?

MOSES          Shoot.

AARON         Doesn’t it seem to you sinful to piddle away this perfectly good Saturday?

MOSES          Not so loud! You want another plague in the camp? Because that’s what we’ll get if he hears you grousing again.

AARON         I’m not grousing—just using the brain he claims to have given me to wonder if he’s really all that different from Pharaoh.

MOSES          If you weren’t my brother, I’d turn your ungrateful ass in. In Egypt—can you have forgotten already?—we had to make bricks seven days a week.

AARON         Making bricks is a picnic compared to sacrificing bullocks.

MOSES          Is that right.

AARON         Do bricks gush blood all over you? Do they gore you? Do you have to stand up to your shins in their shit?

MOSES          Not on Saturdays.

AARON         I’ll see that as an improvement only when I’m free to do what I please with my Saturdays.

MOSES          You’re free to rest on them.

AARON         And if I don’t feel like resting? If I have projects of my own? During the week, I’m too worn out from work to stay up past dinner, so when am I supposed to pursue self-fulfillment, if not on Saturdays?

MOSES          As I recall, the last time you were left to your own devices, you fulfilled yourself by making a golden calf.

AARON         Say this for golden calves—they’re not always threatening to turn hornets loose on you if you don’t perform a raft of obsessive-compulsive rites.

MOSES          That’s enough, Aaron. Zip it.

AARON         At least with golden calves, if you don’t like their attitude, you can always hack them up into golden veal cutlets, whereas—

About the Author

Cecile's Writer: Stephen BailyAuthor: Stephen Baily

Country of residence: France

Nationality: American

Mother tongue: English

Stephen Baily, a native of the Bronx, is the author of three full-length and seven shorter plays. His short fiction has appeared in some forty journals, and he's also the author of three novels, including "Markus Klyner, MD, FBI," which is available as a Kindle e-book. He lives in Paris with his French wife.


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