Monday, March 2, 2015

Monologue Mania Day # 383 by Janet S. Tiger Bearing Fruit March 2, 2015

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Monologue Mania Day # 383 by Janet S. Tiger  Bearing Fruit March 2, 2015
                                       Bearing Fruit
                                                             by Janet S. Tiger   
                                                (c) 2015     all rights reserved

           (The woman from Day # 382 walks onstage, she is in a dark covering, her head is bowed.  She comes and kneels, then lifts her head to the sky)

I know you told me that it would hurt to have these babies, but.....I didn't believe you.  How much pain could it be?  I watched the other animals, they give birth quickly, and, ok, maybe mine took a little longer, but it wasn't so bad.  And the result!  These beautiful little beings, made in our image!  I felt just like you must have felt!

Only.....a little more messy.

            (She gets up, goes and starts collecting something off the ground.  Rocks.  Which she holds in one hand throughout the next)

And the joy when they grow, all right, some annoyance.  They do not listen, they want to do what they want to do.......I'm sure you can understand that!

Then they pick a profession.  I wanted Cain to be a doctor, but he picked farming, ok, like his father, We couldn't complain.  I mean we did, but he pointed out that becoming a doctor was going to take centuries before there were any good schools, and the interest on the loans would just be prohibitive.  So, a farmer he is.

And Abel, with those stupid, smelly sheep.  Okay, they make nice warm clothes, but that constant 'baah, baah....... humbug!  It gets to you after awhile..........

But the surprise was......(she chokes up).......where the pain really comes from in ain't in the giving' much it hurts when one of them....... dies!

You let us find out for ourselves....... nice plot twist.......

           (She takes the rocks and puts them on a spot)

I tried putting dust on this grave, but it blows away.  I think I'll just leave these rocks.  They might last longer......

          (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Although, there is no way those rocks will last longer than my love.....

           (She exits.  The beginning of the rest of the story)

Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8


JennyRedbug said...

Wow. Touching and powerful.

Eat My Words said...

Well written in reference to what you left out because of your assumption that the readers know the story.This makes me feel engaged and intelligent. Thanks.The
last line is touching and well said.