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Monologue Mania Day #502 Letters I Never Sent by Janet S. Tiger June 29, 2015
Letters I Never Sent
Letters I Never Sent
a monologue by Janet S. Tiger ©
all rights reserved 2015
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(A man dressed in black enters, carrying a bag. He walks over to what we can see - or imagine - is a coffin, and looks inside)
Well, my dear, you look better than you have in years. I wish you could be here to see yourself. They did a wonderful job with the make-up, and I love the dress.
(Tilts head as if listening)
It just so happens I did....
(He takes out a mirror and holds it so the person in the coffin can see)
Was I right? You look ....divine..... well, maybe that's the wrong direction, but you know what I mean.....
(Sighs heavily) I will so miss you......our little talks, our morning coffee.......did I appreciate it while we had it all these years? I wouldn't be human if I had.....
But.....I can appreciate you now.....and I have a little present for you....something you would have loved when you were alive.....and now I'm sorry I didn't share earlier.....or maybe not....
(He opens the bag)
You see, when I was a young lad, my mother taught me to write letters to people.....thank yous to start, then I had pen pals. But the most important letters I ever wrote.....well, the first started with you, believe it or not. I was furious because you had not allowed me to play with your pussy. Oh, that sounds bad, your cat! Remember that silly mottled stray you had picked up one rainy day? Just like you picked me up in school, when no one would talk with me because I looked funny and talked strangely......
And you thought I was going to pull its tail, and I was furious with you.....and I was never going to talk to you again, and my mother had me write you a letter saying all the mean things I wanted to say...but I had to put it in her special locked drawer for a whole week before I gave it to you.
It was amazing......I forgot about the letter completely. I guess I was young. But every time I wanted to get even with someone, she had me write a letter to them, and wait a week. And here is the result....
(He removes a wad of letters from the bag and drops them into the coffin)
I want you to have them dear, something to read when you have an extra minute or two.....
They do make for interesting reading.....everything from first crushes to hateful words written to horrible bosses to.....unpleasant truths to family members......
I'm sorry I didn't share them sooner, but we were always so busy ....doing other things...... Now, we can have a good laugh.....maybe not together, but in my heart, we will always be together, dear....
(He turns to leave, stops, looks back)
Oh, and wherever you're going, please put in a good word for me!
(He tips his head, and exits)
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(A man dressed in black enters, carrying a bag. He walks over to what we can see - or imagine - is a coffin, and looks inside)
Well, my dear, you look better than you have in years. I wish you could be here to see yourself. They did a wonderful job with the make-up, and I love the dress.
(Tilts head as if listening)
It just so happens I did....
(He takes out a mirror and holds it so the person in the coffin can see)
Was I right? You look ....divine..... well, maybe that's the wrong direction, but you know what I mean.....
(Sighs heavily) I will so miss you......our little talks, our morning coffee.......did I appreciate it while we had it all these years? I wouldn't be human if I had.....
But.....I can appreciate you now.....and I have a little present for you....something you would have loved when you were alive.....and now I'm sorry I didn't share earlier.....or maybe not....
(He opens the bag)
You see, when I was a young lad, my mother taught me to write letters to people.....thank yous to start, then I had pen pals. But the most important letters I ever wrote.....well, the first started with you, believe it or not. I was furious because you had not allowed me to play with your pussy. Oh, that sounds bad, your cat! Remember that silly mottled stray you had picked up one rainy day? Just like you picked me up in school, when no one would talk with me because I looked funny and talked strangely......
And you thought I was going to pull its tail, and I was furious with you.....and I was never going to talk to you again, and my mother had me write you a letter saying all the mean things I wanted to say...but I had to put it in her special locked drawer for a whole week before I gave it to you.
It was amazing......I forgot about the letter completely. I guess I was young. But every time I wanted to get even with someone, she had me write a letter to them, and wait a week. And here is the result....
(He removes a wad of letters from the bag and drops them into the coffin)
I want you to have them dear, something to read when you have an extra minute or two.....
They do make for interesting reading.....everything from first crushes to hateful words written to horrible bosses to.....unpleasant truths to family members......
I'm sorry I didn't share them sooner, but we were always so busy ....doing other things...... Now, we can have a good laugh.....maybe not together, but in my heart, we will always be together, dear....
(He turns to leave, stops, looks back)
Oh, and wherever you're going, please put in a good word for me!
(He tips his head, and exits)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-83
1 comment:
What a great idea, love it!
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