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Monologue Mania Day #497 The Last Boat by Janet S. Tiger June 24, 2015
This is from the one-act started on Day # 495.
The Last Boat
The Last Boat
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights
reserved 2015
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(Again, this is pulled from a scene with more than one actor. There are two couples -one older who are sitting together, as the younger couple speak. Will try to get the entire script ready within the next week. The younger woman is talking while the older woman sits and looks at a book, while the older man watches her)
Oh, I knew something was wrong. And not just that I couldn't remember the names of friends - and family! - I had known for years. It was strange things, like, one day, I thought it might be interesting to be a dog, so I buried the car keys in the back yard. That caused a lot of barking! (Giggles) Another time, it was hot and I decided that I needed no clothing at all.....even when I went out to get the mail......at the end of the driveway.
(Listens, laughs)
(Again, this is pulled from a scene with more than one actor. There are two couples -one older who are sitting together, as the younger couple speak. Will try to get the entire script ready within the next week. The younger woman is talking while the older woman sits and looks at a book, while the older man watches her)
Oh, I knew something was wrong. And not just that I couldn't remember the names of friends - and family! - I had known for years. It was strange things, like, one day, I thought it might be interesting to be a dog, so I buried the car keys in the back yard. That caused a lot of barking! (Giggles) Another time, it was hot and I decided that I needed no clothing at all.....even when I went out to get the mail......at the end of the driveway.
I don't know, I may see myself in this body, but that's the one that went to get the mail...
(She points to the older woman, who is smiling)
Only, it wasn't funny. I cried all the time when I realized what was
happening to me. I did not even begin to count the kleenexes either.....
You see, when I was young, and dating young men, I was very prone to falling in love. As one usually does when one is young.
(She twirls as if in a dance)
And
so the love affair would run its normal course, and I would cry, and I
took to counting the number of kleenexes I cried into. Of course, when I
started, it was handkerchiefs, which are easier to count, if less
hygienic. There were ten hankie ex-boyfriends, and fifteen, with the higher numbers being the most broken heart!
(She clasps her hands over her heart)
Then hankies were replaced by pulverized trees...kleenex. Now kleenexes glue together with tears, so they
become one big clump of tissue, so it helps to keep a running total. I
used a pad and paper, very simple.
(Listens, laughs)
So
my propensity for tears is well established from youth, and when I
heard them talking about putting me here, in this place, oh, it was an ocean of tears
and enough kleenex tissues to start my own....what would I start? A
collection? That's it - a collection of cried-in tissues - perfect for
an avant garde art gallery! I could have called it...Cry Me A River!
I begged them not to abandon me....but the words did not come out clearly and they brought me here anyways....and......I gave up......
I would sit and just stare out
the windows, and mumble. The nice nurses would try to get me to eat,
but I made their jobs difficult. The surly nurse, I think her name was
Janice, she made me laugh in spite of myself, so I would eat for her.
But then I discovered something......I .....actually realized there was
an upside to all this. No more responsibility! It was
intoxicating....I felt reborn.....almost like a baby might when finally
discovering how to use his toes....or say 'momma' - I started to like
the fact that I had no more dishes to wash, no one to worry
about......not even myself! All choices - gone!
I
didn't have to worry what to wear - someone else cleaned my clothing and
chose each day's outfit....unless I cried, and then I got to wear
something else, my biggest decision of the day.......and no more
driving! No more chores of any kind! It was a freedom that, I have to
admit, still thrills me!
Yes, I cannot go where I want, that's the prison side of it, but ......in my own way, I can....because I can sit and read all day......she holds the book...
(She points to the older woman)
And I understand it....even if she can't turn the pages properly anymore.
So.... all
the sadness is gone....and then......I realized we are all in the same boat
here.....so I can talk to the others, just like I talk to you......when
they hang out around here, that is. Some of the others are gone
completely, so it was wonderful when you arrived, to join me in the boat......
(Listens)
No,
I don't call it a lifeboat..... A lifeboat takes you to shore, and we
are not going to land on any shore that we recognize.....so, it's really
more a .......deathboat.
(Listens, nods)
Now that you mention it, that name is a bit dreary.... and you have a strong point there, my friend, I believe in heaven, that
we'll be there someday......so maybe.....maybe this is..(excited by the idea)...a
heavenboat.....Yes, I like that....heavenboat......
(She offers her arm as does the other woman)
.....would you like to
join me on this last.....voyage?
(They exit with their respective gentlemen, lights down)
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Janet S. Tiger
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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-83
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