Here is the opening of my 15-minute play, Milo & Barbara. If you would like to produce this piece,
please contact me for the performance rights. All producers are required to include my name on any
programs or advertising in which the title of the play appears. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the show!!
-Daniel Guyton
MILO & BARBARA
A 15-Minute Play by Daniel Guyton ©2001
- Finalist in the Kennedy Center/ACTF Region IV 10-Minute Play Competition (2002)
Author holds all copyrights. For performance or production info, please contact: dan@danguyton.com
or www.danguyton.com.
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MILO & BARBARA
A 10-Minute Play
© 2001
MILO – Early 30’s, husband
BARBARA – Late 20’s, wife
(The living room of a modest farmhouse. It is late at night, raining. BARBARA mixes a gin and
tonic. She sips it. The door behind her opens. MILO enters. BARBARA drops her glass. Pieces
shatter everywhere. MILO stares at her. He removes his raincoat and hangs it up. He is
drenched)
BARBARA
Where have you been?
MILO
Chicago.
BARBARA
You could have called.
I never asked if you were dead. I mean, I thought you might be, but I never said the words.
MILO
The phones were out.
BARBARA
Hm?
MILO
The phones. They were dead.
BARBARA
In Chicago?
MILO
Hm?
BARBARA
In all of Chicago, the phones were dead?
MILO
In the place where I was.
BARBARA
For four weeks?
MILO
Hm?
BARBARA
For four weeks, the phones were dead? Why didn’t you go someplace else?
MILO
I couldn’t.
BARBARA
Where did you go? Why didn’t you tell me?
MILO
I couldn’t.
BARBARA
Who are you? I wake up. Six in the morning. And you’re not there. I call your work. And you’re not there. I
call your brother. And you’re not there. I even called the police. I never asked if you were dead. Not
once. I mean, I thought you might be, but I never said the words.
MILO
I’m not dead.
BARBARA
I wish you were.
MILO
I’m not.
(Pause)
BARBARA
Where did you go?
MILO
Chicago.
BARBARA
Why?!?
(Pause)
MILO
For love.
(She sits as if punched)
BARBARA
You son of a bitch. Chicago’s a thousand miles away! How did you meet her?
(No answer)
Who is she?
MILO
It’s not a she.
BARBARA
You… Oh my god, y… where did you go?!?
MILO
Chicago.
BARBARA
WHERE IN CHICAGO?!?
MILO
Theatre district.
BARBARA
Theat… Are you a FAG?!?
(He bends down to clean up the glass she broke.)
Milo, are you a f…
MILO
No! I…
(He continues picking up glass.)
The word is homosexual.
(She clutches her heart.)
BARBARA
Oh my god. Oh my god, I can’t believe this. How could you do this to me?
(He stands and crosses to the trash bin.)
Milo! How could you do this to me?
MILO
Do what to you?
BARBARA
Turn gay!
(For the rest, please contact me at dan@danguyton.com)
Milo & Barbara
