Synaesthesia Magazine Green - Page 12

D I S C O N N E C T

Night time. A man is a sitting at a table, watching his wife. His wife is

stood at a window, tweaking the curtains and staring outside.

MAN

Green then?

WIFE

Bright green. Whoever chose that colour needs their eyes checked.

MAN

Sit back down?

WIFE

Hold on. The family's coming in.

(Pause)

Ooh, something's got them riled.

MAN

Couldn't you watch the T.V rather than the neighbours?

WIFE

This is the same as watching a soap. It's free too.

(Pause)

Their teenage son has just barged into the room. He's put the T.V. on.

Have you seen their T.V.? It's like a cinema screen.

MAN

Maybe it's because they want people like you to be able to watch it from

their window.

WIFE

The parents are still arguing. Can't make out what it's about. The

mother's glaring at the son now; he's just staring at that giant screen.

MAN

And I'm staring at you, wondering when you're going to sit down.

WIFE

Not now. They're really going at each other.

(Pause)

He just hit her. She's on the floor. Might be unconscious.

MAN

Should we call the police?

WIFE

I don’t know... No. It's not our concern.

(Pause)

I still can't believe they painted their living room green.

James Tillman is a graduate from the University of Chichester with a BA (Hons) degree in English and Creative Writing. Writing interests include poetry, short stories and theatre plays.