12@12NOON Presents NO CONTEST by Irelene Ricks. Part One of Two.
The Visitor’s Room in a Women’s Prison. Ana Teresa, Latina, 50’s, is brushing the hair of Maria Elena, Latina, 20’s.
MARIA ELENA: I loved him, Mama. He sold drugs and asked me to be his mule. He was the father of my boys. Would I do it again? Si mama!
ANA TERESA: Mi hija. You’re not in here for love. You’re not even here for drogas - drugs. You’re here for MURDER! You killed six people!
MARIA ELENA: Mama, they was tryin’ to kill me and Julio. What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and die?
Maria Elena jumps up and paces the floor in circling around her mother. Her eyes look frantic, wild.
ANA TERESA: Que haces? What you doin’? Why you runnin’ in circles? What you do that for? Talk to me, Maria Elena!
MARIA ELENA: I gotta think, mama. I gotta walk while I think. I’m THINKIN’!
ANA TERESA: Sure, sure you think. Is what you think ABOUT that is the problem. What you think about?
MARIA ELENA: I’m thinkin’ about how that black lady from the Governor’s office might be able to get me outta here.
ANA TERESA: But there are 3 of you up for that pardon. What about the other 2 women? Don’t say it, God will condemn you!
MARIA ELENA: BITTERLY, No Mama. Maybe those other two are condemned, because me, I’m getting that pardon.
ANA TERESA: Pray with me, Maria Elena. We can pray for forgiveness together.
MARIA ELENA: Mama, please. You have to understand that my life was on the line then, and now it is again. My LIFE! END OF SCENE.
NO CONTEST © by Irelene Ricks.