Click: Straight Home

Click: true moments collected over the years. Stories too short for the stage.

YOUNG WOMAN
I was going to go straight home, she said. I was going to go straight home but my streetcar was covered in blood.

MAN
He was going to go straight home, but he stopped for a lemon gelato. He stopped for an espresso machiatto and so he’s there when the man in the hard hat holding a gun walks in.

COUPLE
They were going to go straight home after buying a book and a spatula. They were going to go straight home, but the path to the subway (take a right at the Gap and straight on ’til morning) is blocked. The path to the subway is filled with a hundred people screaming. Screaming and running.

MAN
And screaming and running, and screaming and running.

YOUNG WOMAN
Two guys started fighting, she says. Over who was sitting where. And they were SCREAMING. Screaming, and punching.

MAN
And at the cafe, the man began shooting into the crowd. He doesn’t explain his plan first. He doesn’t give Superman time to show up.

COUPLE
And at the mall? The crowd is running, and screaming. So they run too. It’s that or find yourself on the ground while the crowd rolls over you. Someone was shooting in the food court. The FOOD COURT.

YOUNG WOMAN
So the streetcar driver stopped, she says. Stopped right there in the middle of a road and called the police and we all got off, and… I was going to go straight home.

MAN
He was going to go straight home.

COUPLE
They were going to go straight home.

MAN
But there was too much blood. Too much noise. Too many sirens. And screaming.

YOUNG WOMAN
I don’t know what’s happening to this world, she says. Everybody is so angry. I’m so scared that it’s going to get worse. And we’re… just… waiting.

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