The Man Next Door
A PLAY BY
© Roger Woodcock 2014
Approx running time 20 minutes
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(The scene opens in the kitchen of Gerald and Wendy, a middle aged married couple. Gerald is washing dishes at the sink and Wendy is sitting at the kitchen table writing out a shopping list)
CHARACTERS: GERALD: Middle-aged man, husband of Wendy
WENDY: Gerald`s wife
ALFRED: Gerald and Wendy`s new next door neighbour
GERALD: Well I still say there is something odd about him. Every time we`ve been out in the garden this week he`s been up there at his bedroom window ogling you. And I swear blind he was using a pair of binoculars yesterday. Disgusting!
WENDY: Oh come on dear, you should be flattered that somebody still finds me attractive. Perhaps he`s just a bit lonely that`s all - living on his own in a new house and everything.
GERALD: (Rather forcefully)) That`s your trouble Wendy! Always thinking the best of people. I mean, what do we know about the bloke. He`s been in the house nearly a fortnight now and not a word from him. I thought the least he could do was come round and introduce himself. For all we know he could be a wanted rapist, or one of those sex fiends.
WENDY: (crossly) Oh don`t be so silly Gerald! Just because somebody doesn`t knock on your front door as soon as they arrive in the neighbourhood it doesn`t make them another Hanibal Lecter. Anyway if you must know I had a quick word with him yesterday whilst I was putting the washing out – asked him if he`d settled in okay. I must say apart from being a bit shy he seemed pleasant enough. Anyway I said if he ever wanted anything he`d only to come round-
GERALD: (interrupting) Oh well that`s it then isn`t it! He probably thinks he`s on a winner now, you flaunting yourself over the garden fence. Minute I`m out of the house he`ll be round here, smiling innocently, asking if he can borrow a cup of sugar. You`ll invite him in whilst you get what he wants and then, bingo, you`re trapped in your own kitchen with a raving sex maniac-
WENDY: (interrupting crossly) Will you stop it Gerald! For goodness sake, you`ll have me as paranoid as you about the poor man.(she smiles thinly ) And anyway you know we don`t use sugar anymore since you decided I needed to go on a diet.
GERALD: (exasperated) It`s alright you joking about it but I still reckon there`s something dodgy about him.
WENDY: (rising from table) Well I think you`re making a mountain out of a very tiny molehill love. And now, unless of course you think I`m in mortal danger from a serial shelf-stacker, I`m off to the supermarket.
GERALD: (moodily) Well I still think he`s weird.
WENDY: (mimicking voice as she heads for the door) See you later Holmes.
- End of Extract
© Roger Woodcock 2014