Blackbird [antikvár]

Una, late twenties. Coat, dress, gloves; carries a bag. Ray, mid-fifties. Trousers, shirt, tie; a mobile phone clipped to his belt.In a room in which there's a low table, several chairs, several lockers. The door is closed.A swing-top bin, full of litter.On the floor, around the chairs, more abandoned litter -food packaging mostly, with bits of food still visible.An oblong frosted window through which passing figures can occasionally be seen.Una Shock.Ray Of course. Yes. NowPause.Una AndRay Wait.Pause.He goes to the closed door, opens it a small way. Una You were busy. Ray Yes. Una They Ray I still am busy.