Helens (Writing Challenge Day 7)

This is something I want to explore in the future as a longer work.

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HELEN1

Is that — Helen, it is you?

HELEN2

No, I, yes, Helen, it is me.

HELEN1

Why were you hiding?

HELEN2

Hiding? Who, me?

HELEN1

I was shouting at you from that rock.

HELEN2

Nonsense, I probably didn’t hear you.

HELEN1

You couldn’t have. I was practically yelling.

HELEN2

Oh well, I just didn’t hear you.

HELEN1

Are you avoiding me, Helen?

HELEN2

Of course not. I was just…preoccupied.

HELEN1

With what?

HELEN2

Nothing important.

HELEN1

Nonsense. You couldn’t hear me.

HELEN2

It’s really nothing.

HELEN1

I know you, Helen. What’s on your mind.

HELEN2

I was just thinking on my way to city hall, that’s all.

HELEN1

What are you doing there? Shots? They’ve moved it to the public health center.

HELEN2

No, no, no. Nothing, just —

HELEN1

Why can’t you trust me? We have the same name.

HELEN2

It’s really not that great —

HELEN1

Alright.

HELEN2 starts walking away. HELEN1 grabs her purse and rifles through it.

HELEN2

Hey, that’s mine!

HELEN1

Uh-uh. You’re hiding something.

HELEN2

My bag!

HELEN1

Ah-ha! Here we go.

(gets a piece of paper inside her bag)

What is this?

HELEN2

Nothing, just something silly.

HELEN1

(opens the paper)

Let’s see.

HELEN2

No! Don’t —

HELEN1

Helen, what is this?

HELEN2

Nothing, just something…silly.

HELEN1

You’re having your name changed?

HELEN2

Well…I…

HELEN1

Why?

HELEN2

Well, for business, I suppose…

HELEN1

Business? Dear lord, Helen –

HELEN2

It’s nothing important –

HELEN1

Then why —

HELEN2

Well you see, when people see my card, they assume that I’m, well, you.

HELEN1

Me?

HELEN2

You set the bar pretty high.

HELEN1

Oh, Helen, how could you say that?

HELEN2

Does it matter?

HELEN1

Why do I matter to you?

HELEN2

What, are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Do you know who you are? You’re the goddamn Helen of Troy who makes men immortal with a kiss.

HELEN1

Sheeesh. Well —

HELEN2

Next to you I’m just some whore from Babylon.

HELEN1

Helen, don’t think that.

HELEN2

Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you’re not immortal.

HELEN1

Helen, what makes you think you’re any better than I am? Yes, you’re the whore of Babylon, but what makes you think I’m not just the whore of Troy?

HELEN2

Your face launched a thousand ships. All my face could do is harden a thousand dicks.

HELEN1

I could only harden two. Agamemnon and, well, the other guy.

HELEN2

Yeah, well —

HELEN1

Is it my fault those two were the commanders of the thousand ships? I could not harden a thousand dicks, Helen. You can. You should be proud of that.

HELEN2

I want to make a name for myself, Helen. I am not a second-rate Helen of Troy. I am Helen of Babylon. And I know what I can do.

HELEN1

Helen, please don’t change your name.

HELEN2

That’s easy for you to say, princess.

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