another short play. All right reserved-- don't produce or reproduce without my permission. Dusty by Adam Szymkowicz (JACK and JILL facing each other, not quite seeing each other) JACK The wind kicks up and I can barely see through the dust. I know she's there, but the dust. The dust! JILL There's a buried city in my head. So many stories, memories, worries, wishes, hopes, anger, disappoint…
SOURCE: ADAM SZYMKOWICZ at 01:36PM on September 29, 2017