BACK WIDOW 5'1m1f Elijah seeks shelter at a Widow's house ELIJAH -- (wimpy, enters, crosses, shouts to exit) Hello? Is anybody home? Hello? WIDOW --- (worldly wise, weary, enters) Yes, what is it? ELIJAH -- Hi, I'm here. WIDOW --- And who might you be? ELIJAH -- It's me, Elijah. WIDOW --- So? ELIJAH -- Aren't you expecting me? WIDOW --- Why would I be expecting you? ELIJAH -- God sent me. WIDOW --- Oh, well, in that case... (turns to exit) ELIJAH -- Where are you going? WIDOW --- (turns) You're selling something and I don't have any money. Goodbye. (turns to exit) ELIJAH -- Wait. I'm not selling anything. Honest. WIDOW --- (turns) So, what are you doing here? ELIJAH -- The Lord told me to go to Zaraphath. This IS Zaraphath, isn't it? WIDOW --- Yes. ELIJAH -- And you ARE a widow, aren't you? WIDOW --- Yes. ELIJAH -- Good. Then I'm the one you were expecting. WIDOW --- I wasn't expecting anyone. ELIJAH -- The Lord was supposed to... Well, how can I put this? You're supposed to take me in, feed me and give me a place to sleep. WIDOW --- Feed you? With what? I was just going to take the last of my flour and oil and make my last meal. ELIJAH -- Last meal. What do you mean "last meal"? WIDOW --- I have enough flour and oil to make one biscuit for my son and me. Then, he and I are going to starve to death. ELIJAH -- Oh, dear, the Lord didn't say anything about... WIDOW --- So, you're looking for a place to room and board, heh? How do I know that you can pay? What do you do for a living? ELIJAH -- I'm a prophet. WIDOW --- Oh, brother. (turns to exit) ELIJAH -- Wait! What have you got against prophets? WIDOW --- (turns) Nothing, except that they never make a profit, if you know what I mean. ELIJAH -- Well, actually, I don't know what you mean. Queen Jezebel killed all the prophets in Israel, except me. WIDOW --- What I mean is, how much money do you have? ELIJAH -- And I don't have any money, but the Lord... WIDOW --- You'll pardon me for my lack of enthusiasm for the Lord, but he hasn't done much for me lately. So, if you'll excuse me... (turns to exit) ELIJAH -- Wait! Maybe if you let me in, the Lord will provide, so you won't have to starve. WIDOW --- (turns) You think maybe the Lord will give you a job? ELIJAH -- Well, anything is possible. WIDOW --- What kind of work did you do before you came here? ELIJAH -- Well, actually, I didn't work. WIDOW --- Well, what did you ACTUALLY do to eat? ELIJAH -- Well, actually, I didn't do anything. The crows fed me. WIDOW --- The Crows... fed you. ELIJAH -- Yeah, they brought me meat and bread every day. And I drank out of the stream. WIDOW --- And you liked mooching off these poor crows? ELIJAH -- Well, I didn't mind it. I'd still be there, but the drought dried up the stream. WIDOW --- I see you're a man of great ambition. ELIJAH -- I think the Lord wants me to do a miracle in this house. WIDOW --- (sigh) Alright, I'm listening. ELIJAH -- Even though your flour jar is almost empty now, (holds up hand) the Lord will never let your flour jar become empty. There. How's that? WIDOW --- So, what you're saying is, if I let you in and feed you my last biscuit, MAYBE I'll have more flour in the jar for me and my son? ELIJAH -- Yeah, that's about it. WIDOW --- You can't be serious. ELIJAH -- The Lord also told me that I will raise your son from the dead. WIDOW --- Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but my son is not dead. ELIJAH -- In a few months, your son will become sick and die and I will raise him from the dead. WIDOW --- Right. Look, if you're really a prophet, then you can make it rain. You know, the reason we're starving to death is because of this cursed drought. ELIJAH -- Yes, I know. WIDOW --- You know. ELIJAH -- Yes, I caused the drought. WIDOW --- YOU caused the drought? ELIJAH -- Yes, I declared that it would not rain for three years and it stopped raining. WIDOW --- Right. (turns to exit) Well, come back when you make it rain. ELIJAH -- (points at sky) (thunder) WIDOW --- (turns, looks up, backs out exit) Come right in. ELIJAH -- Thank you. (turns out exit, looking up) And thank YOU. ©2007 Bob Snook. Conditions for use: Do not sell any part of this script, even if you rewrite it. Pay no royalties, even if you make money from performances. You may reproduce and distribute this script freely, but all copies must contain this copyright statement. http://www.fea.net/bobsnook email: bobsnook@fea.net BACK |