The lights are dim and in the darkened theatre the crowd murmurs restlessly with worries and slight excitement. None know exactly what shall happen but still all have come to watch and see what will be. Suddenly, the lights are shut off completely. A spotlight slowly begins to grow centerstage illuminating the face, then body of a whisp of a girl. Wavy brown hair tumbles around a face of somberness. Her hands are held together in front of her, her fingers grasping each other tightly. Ever so slowly she begins to look up and glance towards the crowd. A hush falls and for a moment, perhaps two, nothing is heard. The silence is deafening. Without warning, she begins to speak..

     " I have these fond memories of my childhood. They are reminders of a distant time, reminders of what will never be again. Afternoons at the beach, riding my bike till dusk, random car rides to no where, and memories of my mom smiling come back to me as I lay in bed at night. Just when my eyes are sliding shut, I get an image that both disturbs me and makes me smile at the same time. I miss those times and as I get older I realize that I will never get those times back again. They are lost to me. However, this does not mean that I cannot make a new beginning, make new memories and I shall."

       With no warning and with nothing more said she slips betweens the curtains and disappears. Curtains slowly begin to rise and as light brightens the stage the crowd is able to glance upon a late night scene so ordinary that it is almost boring. A waitress stands slightly stage right and in her hand she holds tightly the black handle of a caraffe. Her eyes are glazed and it seems as if her stare is fixed upon a point high up in the heavens. From out of the distance we hear a rough sound.

      "That coffee isn't going to serve itself you know," and out steps a small built man. His shoulders are wide but his stature small causing some amusement in those who see him.
       "Herb, I'm doing my best here,"she yells back, "it's not like anyone is in here really. I've got one or two customers. Take a chill pill, its three in the morning."
      With a bang, she sets the caraffe down on the counter. Casually, she leans against the counter and places her head between her hands. Herb, shrugs nonchalantly and walks back to his domain and begins to play a game of cards with himself. She sighs slowly and begins to pour out a large bag of sugar and collects the sugar containers from all the tables...