Writers Without Borders

Stage is set as conical, rusted inside with large obvious metal rivets and panels. It is full of about 20 people squashed together sleeping. Apart from our two brothers, one about 19 who is whispering a story to the other about 8.

Older Brother - He began to push himself through the mesh of the fence, turning into more than 40 oblongs of meat varying in length due to him being wider in some parts than others. It was no use, no sooner than the final parts of his arse had posted their way through, barbed wire began to grow up from the ground, screeching as it emerged. Twisting itself up and over the sticky sides of jumbled up man, he had no time to put himself back together correctly. Rather exposed, he made do with his form as it was, his right eye was now near the region of his left knee and somehow his bellybutton had taken it’s place almost next his left eye. He had rather a ghastly look to him, it was a blessing really, that no-one would really be taking any notice. Perhaps it was his many rawing sides or the fact that his mouth had landed so near to the ground that he bit into the soil, chipping a tooth first at what he assumed was a bullet. On closer inspection, as he kneeled a bit further to get a better look, he saw that it was a brick of yellow Lego. How fortunate! He muzzled and nuzzled with his mouth further to find that the top of the soil was merely covering an infinite mound of Lego. He subsequently began to build a tunnel down and away from the menacing barbed wire, that of course could have no idea what he was up to.’

Younger Brother - I like the bit when you said “arse”

OB- I thought you might

YB- And the Lego.

OB- I'm sorry mum wouldn't let you bring any.

YB- Tell you a secret?

OB- Go on.

YB- I brought some anyway!

OB- How much?

YB- I put 5 bricks in each pocket.

OB- That's 20 all in all.

YB- And a man in my left sock and two spare heads in my right.

OB- Isn't it uncomfortable?

YB- Not really, you get used to it. Don't tell mum.

OB- Never.

YB- How much longer?

OB- I have no idea

YB- I'm still not used to the smell, are you?

OB- I hope I never get used to the smell of dump truck.

YB- Go on, what's the next bit then?

OB- He squished himself into the tunnel of Lego. Even though the man was now kind of leaking from his many new angles, it actually helped him to slide down the Lego tunnel with ease. As the sound of the gnashing barbed wire got further away, the primary colours of the Lego tunnel blurred into one plastic kaleidoscopic view. He decided that this was a good time to get himself organised, since he could have no idea what was at the other end, he began to slot himself back into position bit by bit, like a game of Tetris...

YB- What game is Tetris?

OB- It's an old school puzzle game on the computer, you slot different coloured blocks together.

YB- Like Lego?

OB- Sort of.

YB- Would I like it?

OB- I guess so, everyone likes it.

YB- So they will have it where we are going?

OB- It has really catchy music that goes like this (sings very gently Tetris theme) 'du du du du du du du du du du du du du du, du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du'

YB- I like it! Teach it to me...

back and forth between the two for a few moments OB teaches the tune to YB until he more or less gets it.

YB- That's what he can hear as he slides down the Lego tunnel...

OB- As his ears slipped and slotted their way back up to either side of his head, he began to hear the extremely catchy Tetris theme tune.(gently sings Tetris theme again). He knew that no matter what was to become of him now, he would have this ringing through his ears for the next few days.

Bangs like metal being slammed on metal echo through the set. Everyone jolts awake with sharp intakes of breath but make as little sound as possible. The boys hold onto each other, the older brother holds his finger to his lips. The little brother, eyes wide starts to mime the singing the Tetris theme tune.