Self

A short scene for a stage play, in our classes we were told to write a scene where a character meets their younger/older self.

Young: You again?

Old: Me again? Do you know me?

Young: I thought I did, maybe not. 

Old: Where have you come from?

Youth: North. 

Old: I was north once. South once too. All the same these days. 

Young: I'm heading south. 

Old: Why?

Young: I've never been.

Old: Nothing there.

Young: Nothing here. What's that? 

Old: This? It's just my cup of tea.

Young: Your what?

Old: Cup, of, tea. 

You: Never heard of it. Where did you get it?

Old: Had it for years. Was given it.

Young: By who?

Old: I don't know, an old woman.

Young: May I see it? 

Old: You may as well keep it. No use to me, not anymore. 

Young: My cup of tree. 

Old: Tea. 

Young: Tea. What does it do?

Old: Oh not a lot, you look at it. See.

Young: What's that?

Old: Youth. 

Young: Looks familiar.

Old: I always thought so. 

Young: What will you do with out it?

Old: No doubt I shall die at some point.

Young: That's sad.

Old: Is it?

Young: I thought so.

Old: Someone else will take my place.

Young: I'm sure of it. Not yet though. 

Old: No not just yet.

Young: I think I want to leave. 

Old: To go south? 

Young: That's right.

Old: It's lovely south. 

Young: Not much there though. 

Old: No.