Cornwall. 21st June 2014. 17.45pm – Half time.
Hazel, 94, is sat on the sofa, staring at her watch, tutting.
The front door slams open, Barbara runs into the living room, sweating all over.
HAZEL: You’re late.
BARBARA: I know, I know-
HAZEL: I can’t believe you’re late to ANOTHER game!
BARBARA: I’m sorry, sorry. I got caught up at the park.
HAZEL: Especially with my Iranian heritage. This is a big game for me.
BARBARA: Hazel, I’m so sorry.
HAZEL: Why are you sweaty?
BARBARA: I realised the time
Barbara looks at the TV to see what game is playing and smiles.
BARBARA: I realised what game it was and how important it is to you
BARBARA: So… I run
HAZEL: You mean ‘I ran’.
© Carl Burkitt 2014