THE FOURTEENTH CHALLENGE: write a reaction play.
Reaction to what?
Normally I have you read something someone else wrote, and write a reaction piece to it- ideally with some sort of opposition or violent take on it.
So… that… or
Anything. You just have to link it at the top of your piece so that we can see the context.
Another play from the challenge (already stated)
An advertisement to make you mentally healthy
A news story
A television show
Be sure to LINK TO IT
RULES: This is all about dogmatism and catharsis and PLOT PLOT PLOT
Don’t get trapped in the ethical or factual blah blah blah- this is not a text book! This is a play.
Move that plot.
Make us care about something fast and then MAKE THINGS HAPPEN
LET’S MOVE PEOPLE! (in terms of speed)
LET’S MOVE PEOPLE! (in terms of emotion)
Like, idk kill a baby to win your point. Set something on fire.
WIN THE ARGUMENT
React fully and perhaps irresponsibly.
Nobody is ever glad they went to a play because of how responsible it all was. Right?
“I will forever remember this one play where every character was just so mature and responsible about every subject that came up.” - nobody ever
(today, I just need to write and get something out of my system)
This is going to be Dad’s last Christmas.
Hasn’t everyone been saying that for a few years now?
This time, the nurses say so.
The regular nurses or the hospice nurses?
The fact that he has both teams of nurses keeping an eye on him should be the first clue.
You need to hop a plane?
Not yet. At least not according to the hospice nurses. I mean, he likes Christmas. He likes the visit I make the week before Christmas. All indications are he’s hanging on for the big holiday.
But after - ?
My stepmother isn’t making plans for his 91st birthday in February. And my stepsister says we could still be having this conversation in March, but she’d be surprised.
Stepmother having you proofread and help edit the obituary again?
Final polish time.
Unbidden, the other day he said to the pretty music therapist who brings her guitar and sings the old hymns with him, he just up and said, “I think I’m going to die soon.”
That the depression talking again?
No, it wasn’t one of the “why am I still here?” conversations. Just a statement. Because at base, we human beings are still animals. And on some level, animals know.
I’m sorry, man.
Can’t be helped. And there’s nothing I can do about it all the way out in the middle of the country like this.
But they’re feeling pretty OK that he’s gonna make Christmas?
There’s a checklist the hospice nurses have. There’s three different team members and between them, they cover the week. They see him, they compare notes. If they start checking off the majority of the boxes on that list, it’s time to call the family, tell ‘em he’s got maybe one, two weeks left.
Or he could just go in his sleep tonight and we get a call out of the blue tomorrow.
It’s frankly a miracle he made it this far, the clusterfuck of things that are wrong with him. All the different medications with the countervening side effects, all balanced just so, so they help him instead of accidentally killing him. He can afford the best care, and he’s getting it. My stepmother sees to that.
But she’s also very practical about their finances. She wouldn’t have called in the hospice cavalry if she wasn’t expecting this to stretch out for years, or even months.
So, funeral time?
Not right away.
Again, stepmother is very practical, thinking ahead.
She wants to wait till spring. So everyone can plan ahead. And it’s a nice set of surroundings, good weather for travel.
He’s being cremated.
Yes. So, you know, he’ll keep till spring.