Everlasting Play Script ((free)): Tuck

I’ve watched my own boy here stay seventeen while the world grew up and left him behind. I’ve watched my wife, Mae, hum the same lullaby for eighty years because she can’t remember a new one. We ain’t blessed, Winnie Foster. We’re a photograph. Pretty to look at. But you can’t step inside.

(Shakes his head slowly.) No. It stops you from living . The way a stone lives. The way a wheel on a broken wagon lives—spinning in place, going nowhere, watching everything else rot and change around it. tuck everlasting play script

No. I’ll remember you. Both of you. And I’ll live a whole, short, beautiful life. And at the very end, when I’m old and gray and ready… I’ll think of you, still seventeen, still running through these woods. And I won’t be sad. I’ll be glad that someone gets to carry the story forward. I’ve watched my own boy here stay seventeen