SHELLED CREATURES

Silence.

Can you see me?

An ocean wave crashes calmly in the distance & the air is relatively still. There is a calming breeze that pulses ever slightly, building slowly. KELSEY is laying in the sand holding a fragment of glass just larger than a small coconut, examining it curiously.

The real me?

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. Almost a slither.

Can you really though?

There is no response. The island sounds drift steadily in harmony, while KELSEY & TURTLE continue to talk near the lapping waves, enjoying some time in the sun. The clouds are dark in the distance & KELSEY senses the storm.

Because I can’t.

KELSEY throws the mirror in the sand & begins to prepare the fish traps, feet smacking in the shallow end with increased frustration.

I mean I can but... not in a way that feels seen.

The ocean breaks close & KELSEY fixes the ropes to the traps with fervor, enunciating each motion. Through tying these knots, KELSEY speaks as though reminiscing about something long forgotten.

Always abstract.

Another knot.

Always... changing.

Another knot.

Sometimes, I wish I could be static... 

Another knot.

Still.

Another knot.

But then I realize…

The last trap hits moist sand with a smack that jolts a few nearby birds into the air. KELSEY grins almost maniacally; triumphant.

I am the ocean! If the sea can push & pull & never break apart, always grow stronger, then so will I!

There is no response. KELSEY becomes defensive.

Yes, I know.

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand.

You think it’s ever easy being me? 

There is no response.

Even if I am on a deserted island…

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand.

You don’t count…

KELSEY scoffs at TURTLE’s indignation & a slight movement in the sand begins moving further & further away.

Oh come on, you know I don’t mean it that way. 

There is no response outside of an even fainter, slight movement in the sand moving further away still. A single crack of thunder claps in the distance.

Turtle! 

There is no response. KELSEY leans forward to call out, half amused, half abandoned.

Turtle, come back! 

There is no response & the movement in the distance has subsided. KELSEY leans in further to let out a yell across the beach.

I’ll let you have some fish! 

There is no response. KELSEY collapses to the sand with a thud.

…stupid turtle.

Another thunder clap.