Written by Joe Janes
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(Lights up on Stanley outdoors in full beekeeper attire. He is doing something beekeepery with one of those wooden beehive crates full of drawers full of bees. Olivia enters. She wears a stylish wedding dress, carries a bouquet and also wears a beekeeper’s helmet.)
STANLEYOlivia. Oh. You look magnificent.
STANLEYDid you forget we were working in the beehives today?
OLIVIANo, Stanley. I didn’t forget. I’m leaving you.
STANLEYYou’re leaving me? But I thought you were happy.
OLIVIAYou thought, but you didn’t ask. That’s the problem, Stanley. You never ask. You think that as long as I keep myself busy, I must be happy.
STANLEYAren’t you? Weren’t you?
OLIVIAI thought I was. Until I went to the farmer’s market last weekend to sell our little pots of Stanley and Olivia’s Honey and Honey Accessories. There’s a new vendor that put up his tent and table next to ours. His name is Blake.
OLIVIAYou know him.
STANLEYHe…He’s a florist.
OLIVIA (holding up bouquet)He is.
OLIVIAHe has what I need.
(Olivia removes her beekeeper helmet, revealing bee-like antennae.)
STANLEY (removing helmet)But, Olivia. All I’ve done, I’ve done for you. I’m allergic to bees.
OLIVIAI know. And I appreciate all you have done. You served my needs well, but I don’t love you. I’m not sure I ever loved you. But I like you and will think fond things about you and speak of you kindly.
STANLEYAnd I shall do the same. If anyone should ever ask me.
OLIVIAVery well. I have to go. Blake and I are getting married.
STANLEYI thought you didn’t want to ever get married.
OLIVIAI thought so, too. Then I met Blake. Well, I suppose I’ll see you at the farmer’s market. I’ll be there with Blake.
STANLEYSee you then. Have a nice wedding.
OLIVIAYou, too. I mean, have a nice day. Good-bye, Stanley.
(She exits. Stanley kicks the beehive.)
(The bees stir and start to swarm around him and stinging him. He runs off yelling multiple “Ow’s!” Blackout.)