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Monologue Mania Day # 161 by Janet S. Tiger July 23, 2014
Monologue Mania Day # 161 by Janet S. Tiger July 23, 2014
Frozen Moments
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
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(There is a flashlight we see first, and it is blinking on and off, held by a young woman who is also carrying a box filled with different items. She puts the box down and picks out a blanket, small, a baby's blanket and wraps it around herself. Then she holds the flashlight out in front of herself. Her eyes are closed and she is smiling)
Ooh, what a nice warm blanky....and everything is so nice now, not loud like before. I like this!
(She then flashes the light into her eyes and they open wide in shock as she yells and makes a horrible face which she holds for a moment.)
I can't believe it! Why did they shine that horrible light on me! And why are they laughing? This is horrible! I hate this! Waaaaaah!
(She flashes the light a couple of times, freezing a funny face each time, then turns off the flashlight and puts away the blanket.)
And that's the photo they show to everyone, for as long as I can remember. What a face! You'd think I would hate photographs, but no......
(She now pulls out a shovel and a pail and sits down as if three years old at the beach.)
Mommy, look, I made a sand castle! And the water is coming in.....look!
(She stands up and runs to get her mother, pulling her back by hand to look.)
Oh, Mommy, look!
(She jumps back as the wave comes in and she starts to cry.)
Waaah! The ocean killed my castle! Waaah!
(She freezes her face in a weepy pose, takes the flashlight and flashes on herself.)
And that's the photo from my youth.....
(She takes a birthday hat and puts it on, smiling, the flashlight shines)
That was my grandmother's 75th birthday - I remember that one! And it was special...because it was the first time I was smiling in a photograph!
(The next are done rapidly, a veil, the bride smiling, maybe a little too much, then with a baby, very happy. All with the flashlight on each moment. She puts on a black hat, is no longer happy.)
Losing a parent is hard, and you'd think it gets easier, the more friends and family go, but it doesn't.....
(Now she takes out a cell phone, slowly, it is small for her hands, and she has trouble using it. Does a few selfies, then looks at the audience)
I preferred the old cameras - it was annoying that you had to develop the photos, but......you actually had pictures to put into albums....
(She takes out an album, looks through)
Frozen moments of your life.......time not in a bottle, but in a lens......was it the way you remember? Or the way you forgot?
(She looks through the box, taking out some photos, looking at them.)
I found these in the bottom of a drawer after my father died. It turned out, he had another family, in England, during World War II. They had been killed in an air raid, but he had saved the photos, and he had looked at them, I could tell. But he never talked about the war, or about those people. What if they had lived? I wouldn't be here talking about them. And yet they are alive still, frozen in time, at a park, on a sunny day....on a piece of paper.
How many of our photos will be saved? Or will they all be in the clouds somewhere? Is it possible to have frozen moments in a cloud? We'll see.
(She now pokes through the box and takes a black shawl and wraps it around herself)
Ooh, what a nice warm blanky....and everything is so nice now, not loud like before. I like this!
(She then flashes the light into her eyes and they open wide in shock as she yells and makes a horrible face which she holds for a moment.)
I can't believe it! Why did they shine that horrible light on me! And why are they laughing? This is horrible! I hate this! Waaaaaah!
(She flashes the light a couple of times, freezing a funny face each time, then turns off the flashlight and puts away the blanket.)
And that's the photo they show to everyone, for as long as I can remember. What a face! You'd think I would hate photographs, but no......
(She now pulls out a shovel and a pail and sits down as if three years old at the beach.)
Mommy, look, I made a sand castle! And the water is coming in.....look!
(She stands up and runs to get her mother, pulling her back by hand to look.)
Oh, Mommy, look!
(She jumps back as the wave comes in and she starts to cry.)
Waaah! The ocean killed my castle! Waaah!
(She freezes her face in a weepy pose, takes the flashlight and flashes on herself.)
And that's the photo from my youth.....
(She takes a birthday hat and puts it on, smiling, the flashlight shines)
That was my grandmother's 75th birthday - I remember that one! And it was special...because it was the first time I was smiling in a photograph!
(The next are done rapidly, a veil, the bride smiling, maybe a little too much, then with a baby, very happy. All with the flashlight on each moment. She puts on a black hat, is no longer happy.)
Losing a parent is hard, and you'd think it gets easier, the more friends and family go, but it doesn't.....
(Now she takes out a cell phone, slowly, it is small for her hands, and she has trouble using it. Does a few selfies, then looks at the audience)
I preferred the old cameras - it was annoying that you had to develop the photos, but......you actually had pictures to put into albums....
(She takes out an album, looks through)
Frozen moments of your life.......time not in a bottle, but in a lens......was it the way you remember? Or the way you forgot?
(She looks through the box, taking out some photos, looking at them.)
I found these in the bottom of a drawer after my father died. It turned out, he had another family, in England, during World War II. They had been killed in an air raid, but he had saved the photos, and he had looked at them, I could tell. But he never talked about the war, or about those people. What if they had lived? I wouldn't be here talking about them. And yet they are alive still, frozen in time, at a park, on a sunny day....on a piece of paper.
How many of our photos will be saved? Or will they all be in the clouds somewhere? Is it possible to have frozen moments in a cloud? We'll see.
(She now pokes through the box and takes a black shawl and wraps it around herself)
Although I read an article that it may be possible to live forever, I don't think I will, so, please do not use this photo....even though this is what I will look like.....
(She flashes the photo, not smiling, with her eyes closed.)
When she is finished, she removes the shroud and puts everything back into the box, with the photo album on top, starts to walk off, turns back.)
This is the one I want for my obituary!
(She poses like in the first photo - with the look of surprise even greater, and flashes the light, then off. Blackout. The end.)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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