Shame

Susan: Hello, darling. Have you been having an affair?
Eamon: I highly doubt it. Why do you ask?
Susan: I was just wondering if I was as important to you as you said earlier.
Eamon: I’m sure you are.
Susan: Promise?
Eamon: Why not?
Susan: Don’t you feel anything anymore
Eamon: Are you still talking?
Susan: I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.
Eamon: Finally.
Susan: By the way, your sister is coming for dinner.
Eamon: I’ll be leaving then.
Susan: No, stay.
Eamon: I’m not in the mood for that thing tonight.
Susan: We’re going out.
Eamon: Do I have to drive?
Susan. No, I’ll drive.
Eamon: Where are we going?
Susan: Taco Bell.
Eamon: I’ll pass.
Susan: You have to come. She wants to see you.
Eamon: I don’t want to see her. She can rot in Hell for all I care.
Susan: Here she is.
Eamon: Drat.
Melinda: Hello, dears.
Susan: We’ve missed you so much.
Eamon: Stop lying to her.
Melinda: Oh, Eamon, you love me. Don’t kid yourself about it anymore.
Eamon: This has went on long enough.
Melinda: I’m working for Dad now, Eamon.
Eamon: How is he?
Melinda: He’ll be dead soon.
Eamon: Good riddance. Is Mom still a shrew?
Melinda: More or less. Susie, leave us alone for a moment.
Susan: Certainly.
Melinda. Thank you. Eamon, you need to come home.
Eamon: Nothing doing. I like it here. I like the grass, the sunshine, the decadence, the nothingness. I don’t much care for Susan, yes, but some of the people are quite tolerable. I miss my first love but she was mean-spirited enough to kill herself because I would not take responsibility for the child. Silly girl. So, now, I’m stuck with a boring, lifeless creature like Susan, but I make decent money, and when I tell her to shut up she shuts up. That’s what I’ve always wanted. It’s close enough, anyway. So, would you please be kind enough to leave now.
Melinda: Oh, you’re making this very complicated, you dolt. I don’t much care for you, that’s evident. Yet you have always adored me and revered me. I am what you believe is a god, right? Don’t answer. I don’t have time to listen to you speak. You’re very dull and dead, as far as I’m concerned. The logic I am about to turn out is far above your intellectual abilities, but try to follow me anyway. I am a year older than you are. You were always slow and stupid while I was smart and sassy, as well as pretty wheras you were hideous, and had your life threatened thousands of times due to your toad-like looks. One day I met a man, we were married for a year or so, then I tired of the loser. Today I have been married seventeen times to seventeen boring, spineless losers. Whereas you have been with a woman you hate for twenty years. And who between us is the more beautiful? I am. You still look like a toad, well more like a slug now. You always had the speed of one. Oh, Eamon, why don’t you jump off the roof right now?
Eamon: We’re going to Taco Bell for dinner. Apparently. I don’t wish to go. I’m not sure about you. No, I’m a bigger fan of burgers and fries. But, I spoil Susan so she gets to make all the decisions around here apparently. I miss the first love. Wasn’t she perfect? Well, you wouldn’t remember anyway, you were off with a john at the time. Right? Our lives are so drab. At least I don’t drink or smoke, or eat too much. Yet. I’m continuing to go in circles, and live a life where everything is random and chaotic. I’ve never had any children. I’ve never been any good at a lover. Except for that one time. I’m going to call my friend, Hilda. She’ll be ovber shortly unless she wants to be punished by you.
Melinda: Yes, I’ll mess her pretty face up.
Eamon: She’s not pretty. None of my friends are pretty. Just take a look at Susan, that’s as good as it gets. Of course, Susan and I aren’t friends. I think she loves me or convinces herself she does, but we can’t coexist. Twenty years of futility and dullness. We’re both boring and uninspiring people. We suck at this emotional, physical, empathetic existence. We don’t care about other people, and we can’t relate to anything they’ve been through.
Melinda: Are you coming home or not?
Eamon: Let me call Hilda first. Hello, Hilda, come to my place right now. I have an idea or two. Yes, yes, a drink or two will be provided. She’s on her way.
Melinda: How ugly is she?
Eamon: Remember the dogs we had as children?
Melinda: No. Let’s talk about something that is somewhat relevant right now. Dad wants you back. He’s dying. He’s worthless. You need to take over the business. It’ll be out in a few weeks anyway. Take it over and fulfill his dying wish.
Eamon: I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel it would be good for anyone involved. I met this woman last week. Our eyes locked, that’s as far as it went. She was quite beautiful,. That must have been the reason why it didn’t go any further.
Melinda: What do you say?
Eamon: Here’s Hilda. Hi, Hilda.
Hilda: Hey. Where are my drinks?
Eamon: Here they are.
Hilda: Thanks. See ya.
Eamon: Always nice to see her.
Melinda: Well, she is ugly.
Eamon: Too true. I’m going upstairs. Good night.
Melinda: So, you’re coming home, right?
Eamon: Not anytime soon. Goodnight.
Melinda: Wait. I don’t know what to say here. We’ve all been awful to you, and none of us deserve to have you back now. I know that. He knows that. Mon knows that, but we want you back anyway, just come back then you can come back to your loveless, futile marriage and life here. It’s a win-win situation.
Eamon: I built a time-machine.
Melinda; And what?
Eamon: I built one. There. I’m going to bed.
Melinda: It’s 7:30.
Eamon: I like twelve hours of sleep. Good night.
Melinda: Good night. Wait, what will you do with the time machine”?
Eamon: Good night, Melinda. Farewell. Never come back.
Melinda: Susie! Get in here!
Susan: Yes, Melinda?
Melinda: He went to bed.
Susan: Oh.
Melinda: Do you want to do something?
Susan: I think bed sounds nice too.
Melinda: Why do you two go on living. You both hate and fear life and living. Do you know why? Can you express it in words? Or, do you just do it to do something, to make yourselvers appear active?
Susan: This is why we don’t care for you, dear. You come in here and try to convince us that our lives are as empty and meaningless as yours. True, Eamon and I have never loved each other, but we don’t have big fights, and we own our own home. It’s good enough. It may be boring but it has some meaning. No, I don’t know what it is either, but there is a meaning. Otherwise we would go around like you all the time, calling people meaningless and obsolete.
Melinda: Are you still seeing Clark?
Susan: I don’t know a Clark.
Melinda: Oh. Are you sure?
Susan: Yes. Please leave. You’ve overstayed your welcome.
Melinda: I’ll go. Allow me a few more minutes to freshen up.
Susan: I refuse.
Melinda: Shall we fight?
Susan: No, it’s too boring.
Melinda: You make a good point.
Susan: Let us live out our futility together. It’s all we have left anymore. We’re zombies, we’re superfluous people. Let us delude ourselves into thinking we’re a little more than a cog in a machine. Ok?
Melinda: I guess I don’t care enough about either one of you, to challenge you to do greater things with your time. On some level, you two enjoy being superfluous and doomed to live meaningless lives.
Susan: Maybe or maybe you should just leave, and let us live our our loneliness together.
Melinda: It’s always nice to see you, dear.
Susan: Eamon!
Eamon: I’m here.
Susan: What are we doing?
Eamon: I’m going to bed.

The end.

Reviews

[Randy`s Princess]

I have to admit a little confusing at times but your discription is total and I like the set up you could add on to it from there nice write

[Carolina Kel]

Unless you have done it like this on purpose, some setting needs to be added even as a stage play. I get a vague sense of these characters' personalities and you could definately add to that.
Another interesting read, I have to say.

[Senseless whatever]

Tough to read. You need to separate the dialogue. There is no setting or place. Overall even as a play you need to give some sense of emotion.