Izzy Radford
Whilst Sam is choosing between two women and meeting the father from his past, I find a stray dog. I name him Pablo. Pablo and I get into all kinds of scrapes for 29 minutes. I don’t know where I live so we just go walking. When I return from the blackness, I can’t find him. Each time I ask what has happened to my dog, I am drowned out by the audience. They whoop and holler and even when tiny tears form, they just think it’s part of a bit. ‘What bit? What bit?’ I keep yelling but that just makes the bit funnier. Liz comes to visit in the unspecified afternoon. She’s having marital issues. They’re easily solvable but I am no help, in fact I am an active hindrance. I ask her to help me look for Pablo but she just leaves. I hear the crowd gasp, before the sound of the tyres, before the little yelp. Liz comes to the window, makes her pretty whoopsy-face. I try to scream but instead say ‘Classic Liz!’ like always, so the people at home can eat potatoes in different ways, then fall asleep.
Izzy Radford is a poet and screenwriter, and was a member of the Southbank Centre New Poets Collective 2022-23. She has been published in BULLSHIT LIT and Visual Verse. Her instagram is @izzyyradford.
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