Cornwall. 18th June 2014. 20.30pm – 30 minutes after kick off.
Hazel, 94, is sat on the sofa. Barbara, 96, walks down the stairs and stands next to her, her right arm behind her back.
BARBARA: Did they ever get those Chilean miners out?
HAZEL: Like, four years ago.
BARBARA: Thank God.
HAZEL: I guess.
BARBARA: Quite scary, that story, wasn’t it?
BARBARA: Can you imagine being trapped for that long?
BARBARA: It would be horrible, wouldn’t it?
BARBARA: You agree?
HAZEL: Well, yeah, it wouldn’t be nice.
BARBARA: So do you agree that nothing deserves to be trapped in a confined space with seemingly no hope?
HAZEL: Of course.
BARBARA: So if you knew something was lodged with no means of escape, you’d try all that you could to remove it?
HAZEL: Well, yeah, I guess I would.
Barbara moves her right arm from behind her back, revealing a sodden, sticky, brown toilet brush.
BARBARA: Good, ‘cos I’ve done it again.
© Carl Burkitt 2014