Yard Sale

I wrote this little play for the Lee Street 10 minute play festival. The guidelines requested a comedy with the theme Yard Sale. Alas, the period of suspense has ended and this script was not picked. Which gives me the opportunity to share it here ūüôā

The picture here is my front yard — and what it will look like, briefly, in a couple of weeks.


Copyright 2015. Samuel M. Post.yard


MAN: (answering the phone) Yellow!

WOMAN:¬†(on phone) I saw your listing on Craigslist. I’m calling about the yard sale.

MAN:¬†Yes Ma’am. What do you need to know?

WOMAN: Well, how long have you had it?

MAN: Forty-nine years.

WOMAN: How big is it?

MAN:¬†She’s two thirds of an acre, and of course there’s the house.

WOMAN:¬†I’m not looking for a house.

MAN:¬†No ma’am. We live in the house. Just selling the yard.

WOMAN: How big is the yard?

MAN:¬†It’s right around half an acre.

WOMAN: Does it include any trees?

MAN:¬†We’ve got some trees.

WOMAN: How many?

MAN:¬†Let’s see, it’s got some old shrubs. Of course, a shrub is not a tree. It’s got three beautiful dogwoods. Five or six pines, and there’s a maple tree.

WOMAN:¬†I’m just trying to visualize how much shade it has. I’d like to have a garden.

MAN:¬†You could have a garden. I don’t know if it would suit you. You’re more than welcome to take a look and see for yourself.

WOMAN: I might do that. When could I come over?

MAN:¬†I’m home now.


(They walk around the yard.)

MAN: We used to have a garden. Right there.

WOMAN:¬†That’s all shade. What did you grow?

MAN: Mostly tomatoes. We used to love tomatoes. Tomatoes and cucumbers. One time I tried beans but that got out of control.

WOMAN: Did they get enough light?

MAN:¬†It was before I planted that maple tree. Dumbest thing I ever did. But if you cut it down, you could have a nice vegetable garden right there. That’s good dirt. I promise you that.

WOMAN:¬†You wouldn’t mind if I killed a tree you planted?

MAN:¬†Lady — I’m selling the yard. Whoever buys it can do anything they want.

WOMAN:¬†I’d like a garden.

MAN:¬†Is that why you’re looking to buy a yard?

WOMAN:¬†That and some other things. I just like the space of my own yard. I like sunbathing. I also like to sit outside and read. So some trees are good. I could get a hammock. But mostly, it’s for my dog. I’ve got an apartment and we’re happy there — but she needs more room to play.

MAN: What kind of dog?

WOMAN:¬†She’s a mutt.

MAN: Big dog?

WOMAN:¬†She’s sixty-three pounds.

MAN:¬†That’s a big dog.

WOMAN:¬†Not so big. She’s friendly. Do you like dogs?

MAN: Sure I do.

WOMAN:¬†She loves people. You don’t have to worry about her.

MAN:¬†If it’s your yard, you’re free to do whatever you want in it. You can have a dog, cat, chicken, camel — whatever you want.

WOMAN: So I could put in a fence, for the dog?

MAN:¬†You can build a ladder to the sky if you want. I’m selling the yard in its entirety.

WOMAN: Why are you selling?

MAN:¬†We’re retired and we have some medical expenses. The house is perfect, but keeping up with the weeds and the grass is more than I can handle. One thing about a yard — it never stops growing. In fact, I’ll tell you a little secret. I’m not trying to discourage you — but just to be straight. You don’t have a yard. A yard has you.

WOMAN:¬†I understand. It’s a big decision.

MAN: Yes it is.

WOMAN: My dog would love this.

MAN:¬†What’s your dog’s name?

WOMAN: Ginger.

MAN:¬†That’s cause of her color.

WOMAN: Yep. With a little dark brown on her paws and white patch under her chin.

MAN: I had a little beige dog. Named Stranger. Best little dog you ever saw. Buried her right there.
(He points at where she’s standing. She steps back a little.)

WOMAN: Here?

MAN: Right there.

WOMAN: When was that?

MAN:¬†Sometime back in the 70’s or 80’s. I also buried a few cats over there. And some other dogs. Fru Fru, Kellie, Ding Bat. My daughter’s mouse. That cockatiel. Come to think of it, your standing on quite a little graveyard right there.

WOMAN: I was kind of thinking about putting the hammock there.

MAN: It is a good place.

WOMAN:¬†Not if it’s a graveyard.

MAN:¬†It’s been a long time. It’s just a yard. Dust to dust, as they say.

WOMAN:¬†I wish you hadn’t told me that.

MAN: You know what that is?

(He points up)

WOMAN: That piece of wood?

MAN:¬†Yep — know what it was?

WOMAN: A birdhouse?

MAN:¬†Nope. That’s what’s left of a tree house. I’d say it’s about forty years old.

WOMAN: Did you build that?

MAN: My children did.

WOMAN: How many children do you have?

MAN: Two. They used to take a lot of food up there. What is it about kids and a tree house that makes them want to eat in it?

WOMAN:¬†I don’t know.

MAN:¬†I guess when there’s food in there it makes it like a real house.

WOMAN:¬†Maybe that’s it.

MAN:¬†They got to where they’d take their dinner up there rather than eat in the kitchen. And they’d sleep in there too. Now right over there, they had a playhouse. I built that. They never woulda’ ever thought to eat or sleep in the playhouse. And believe me, it was a lot nicer than the tree house. We had this swing set over there. Two swings, a slide, monkey bars. I guess you could say that’s why I don’t need this yard anymore.

WOMAN: They grew up.

MAN:¬†Grew up and now they’ve got their own yards.

WOMAN:¬†It’s a nice yard. I’m gonna go home and think about it.

MAN:¬†Do that. It’s a big decision to buy a yard. It’s not going anywhere.

WOMAN: Somebody else could buy it.

MAN:¬†They could. But most people are looking for a house with a yard — not just a yard by itself. You don’t want to rush. By the way, that strip right there is not for sale. We’ll need a way to come and go.

WOMAN:¬†If I buy it, I won’t mind you walking through my yard.

MAN:¬†Oh no. I wouldn’t want to impose. We just won’t be selling that little strip there.

WOMAN:¬†Is there anything else I should know? Anything underground you haven’t told me about?

MAN:¬†There’s a water line, of course. And gas and electric. You can’t move those.

WOMAN: Of course. Anything else?

MAN:¬†That’s it. That’s the yard.

WOMAN:¬†I’ll call you.

MAN: Okay. Bring Ginger back if you want. Let her have a sniff.

WOMAN: I might do that.

MAN:¬†Oh — there is one more thing.

WOMAN:¬†What’s that?

MAN:¬†That little patch we wanna keep — to get in and out of the house.

WOMAN:¬†That’s fine with me. If I buy it.

MAN:¬†My wife and I — we want to be buried there. That kills two birds with one stone. Access while we’re alive, and then a final resting place. It won’t be on your yard, but I thought you should know.

WOMAN: You want to be buried there?

MAN: Just that one spot. The rest of it will be yours.

WOMAN:¬†I don’t want you buried there.

MAN:¬†It won’t be on the part we sell you.

WOMAN: I want a yard, not a cemetery.

MAN: Same difference.

WOMAN:¬†I don’t think so.

MAN: Well, you can go home and think about it.

WOMAN:¬†I’ve thought about it. I don’t want it.

MAN:¬†Because we’ll be buried there?

WOMAN:¬†Yes! I don’t want that.

MAN:¬†Then it’s a good thing I told you.

WOMAN:¬†Why can’t you get a plot in the cemetery?

MAN: Why?

WOMAN:¬†Because that’s where everybody else is!

MAN: You think it looks better?

WOMAN:¬†Of course! That’s weird, being buried over there like that.

MAN:¬†I’ll be dead, so I don’t care how it looks.

WOMAN:¬†Okay — I thought this was an actual yard sale.

MAN: It is.

WOMAN: Not when you plan to put yourself in it.

MAN:¬†Hopefully that won’t be for while.

WOMAN:¬†Never mind. I don’t want it.

MAN:¬†Ma’am, everybody’s gonna die and end up somewhere.

WOMAN:¬†That doesn’t mean I need a daily reminder.

MAN: What reminder?

WOMAN: You being buried next to my yard!

MAN:¬†You can’t ignore it.

WOMAN: I most certainly can. Forget it.

MAN:¬†That’s fine.

(as she leaves)

WOMAN: Nice meeting you.

MAN:¬†I’d like to meet your dog.

WOMAN: No thanks.

(She exits.)

End of play

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