No way I would write a whole play for one pic.

A One Act Icelandic Play called “Arnika”

[Arnika and Ligisnurd sitting on a dock of the bay, whittling whalebone.]

Arnika
Do you hear that foghorn?

Ligisnurd
No.

Arnika
What are you? Deaf?

Ligisnurd
Now I hear it.

Arnika
What happened between us? You don’t love me anymore.

Ligisnurd
I do. I was just distracted by the foghorn.

Arnika
Which you didn’t hear.

Ligisnurd
You always bring this up. I never loved her.

Arnika
Right.

[A bunch of people enter carrying foul smelling fish carcasses in a net.]

Ligisnurd
You probably think I was after your sister, but I wasn’t.

Arnika
Just because this whole place stinks of foul fish.

Ligisnurd
Stinks? I like the smell.

Arnika
I knew it.

Ligisnurd
Knew what?

Arnika
You always liked her best.

Ligisnurd
We have to talk. We have to talk about so many things.

[Men enter to chop the heads off the fish..]

Arnika
Talk about what? My uncle sexually abused me and you saw and went to scandinavian playwright school instead. My mother became a prostitute in Paris and sent home flowers. My father had three hundred mistresses and never smiled once in his life. How do these things happen? You’re my brother Ligisnurd. Explain it to me.

Ligisnurd
I guess we have to have sex to fix everything. This is Iceland, after all.

Arnika
You got that right, bro.

[Fishermen sweep the offal off into the sea.]

Arnika and Ligisnurd embrace and have lots of sex. Close curtain.

The bay. Where they would have lived happily ever after except for being doomed Scandinavians.

Yeah. Sitting on the dock of the bay. we all do it.