The Uncrucified

By Alm Hlgh

A rural area gets a visit from a high profile basketball star. When Phil Dunkin comes into the local fruit-market an unlikely friendship is formed between him and Marley (an abandoned child living with his aunt and uncle). The friendship is tested when Phil (a married man), is charged with rape of one of the local girls who happens to be Marley’s friend Keisha.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luvvenia Hawkins
• Release date: Aug 29, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452392745

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THE UNCRUCIFIED

By

aLm hLgh

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The Uncrucified

Copyright ©2006, 2010 by aLm hLgh

Table of Content

ACT ONE Scene 1

ACT ONE Scene 2

ACT TWO Scene 1

ACT TWO Scene 2

ACT TWO Scene 3

ACT TWO Scene 4

ACT THREE Scene 1

ACT THREE Scene 2

ACT THREE Scene 3

ACT FOUR Scene 1

ACT FOUR Scene 2

ACT FOUR Scene 3

ACT FOUR Scene 4

ACT FOUR Scene 5

Sometimes It’s Only Sex Sample

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ACT ONE SCENE 1

FADE IN:

Setting: Fruit Market/Stand-Store

MARLEY: (Excited with glad tidings) Dunk-Master is coming! Dunk-Master is coming! Auntee Sylvania did you hear? The Dunk-Master is coming to town!

Marley hangs up his coat on one of several wall hooks. Marley a lanky teen of 16 has been living with his Aunt and Uncle since his mother died six years ago. Sylvania and Pops, a middle-aged slightly graying childless couple, are sitting in a small shady area of their store/vegetable fruit stand near a window. Pops a tall lean and slowly balding man, is perched upon a windowsill observing the locals. Sylvania a medium build short stature woman, is sitting nearby at a table picking through turnip and mustard greens.

SYLVANIA: (Un-enthusiastic) Calm down, Marley. We heard the news. It’s all over the television…

POPS: And the radio. Can’t get any decent broadcast since they announced the Piranhas are in town.

MARLEY: How can you stand it? I’m just about to burst.

POPS: Wait a minute, it’ll pass… I tell you, you people are like mindless sheep.

SYLVANIA: (Laughing) Keisha called…

MARLEY: Oh I’ll catch up with her later. You two have forgotten what it’s like to be young.

POPS: Grab that broom; I hope you remember how to use it… Speak of the angel, here comes Keisha…

Marley reluctantly takes the broom from its resting place in a nearby corner next to the upright six-foot freezer. Marley begins sweeping, only it’s more like a dance; as if he’s lost in a daydream.

Keisha, unusually tall for her 16 years, long, dark an rich mahogany hair mid-length to her back enters the store. She is petite; with large brown eyes that enhances her rich dark skin tone.

KEISHA: Hey Mr. and Mrs. Peterson. (blushing) Hey Marley…

SYLVANIA: (a knowing smile) Hi honey… How’s your grandmamma?

KEISHA: Her leg bothers her a bit… From when she had Polio as a child; other than that, she’s fine…

MARLEY: (not acknowledging Keisha) can we go into Main town and maybe steal a glance?

POPS: (Annoyed with Marley’s behavior) Boy, can’t you see you’ve got company?

MARLEY: (With Disregard) Hey Keisha… Can we go? Can we go…

SYLVANIA: I’ll settle for that ther’ dirt to git outta here. Sweep child, sweep.

As Marley is sweeping a stranger walks in. His walk is slow and causal as if he is calculating each step. Marley glimpses his shoes and slowly his sweeping comes to a halt. On the newcomer’s feet he is wearing: a fresh pair of leather, black with the hotKinx’s logo on his sneakers. He sees the studded diamonds on the side. Slowly his eyes gradually work their way up as he feels his heart skipping beats.

MARLEY: (a soft whisper underneath his breath): How? Those gym shoes haven’t even been released.

Marley’s eyes rise up, all the way up to the 6 foot 7 inches medium well-built frame. Almost as if in slow motion, Marley catches the man’s scent; signature cologne. Marley’s heartbeat stops.

MARLEY: It’s gotta be a dream. (His head rises meeting his idol’s gaze. Marley is almost speechless.

MARLEY: (In awe) It’s you; (stammering and excited stuttering)- D-Du-Du-Dunk-dunk… The Dunk-Master. It’s you… Do you know who you are?

PHIL: (Humble but flattered) Do you know who you are? I’m Dunk…

MARLEY: You don’t have to introduce yourself. I know all about you… Four-times NBA MVP, five championships. Average 33 points per game, seven-rebounds, nine assists… Wow, this has got to be about the best day of my life.

POPS: (Walking up to Phil and Marley) Marley, don’t stand there drooling all over the man’s shoes.

KEISHA: See you later Marley… Bye Mr. and Mrs. Peterson…

SYLVANIA: Sweetie you don’t have to rush… It’ll just be a minute…

KEISHA: (disappointedly) Naw ma’am, I didn’t want anything particularly… I have to git back to grandma… See you Marley…

Marley star-struck, ignores Keisha. Phil gives Keisha a few appreciative glances as she exits.

PHIL: (Flattered) Oh it’s good to have fans.

POPS: What can I do you for?

PHIL: I’m looking for kumquats…

POPS: (Taken aback from his request) we don’t get much request for them…

PHIL: Packed with vitamin C -- energy rush.

POPS: Don’t have any on hand; but I can get you some tomorrow if you’re still interested.

Phil looks as if he is