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Monologue Mania Day #469 Sandwishes by Janet S. Tiger May 27, 2015
Sandwishes
Monologue Mania Day #469 Sandwishes by Janet S. Tiger May 27, 2015
Sandwishes
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights
reserved 2015
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(Man enters with cane, wearing sandals, sunglasses, bathing trunks, a big hat....ready for the water. He puts down a blanket, and places his hat and sunglasses on it, then takes some sand and lets it run through his fingers.)
Thank you for bringing me here, my friend. I truly appreciate you driving. It's been hard for me to drive since they took away my license.....and my car.......(laughs) .....maybe I could get a dune buggy.....that was my first car.....my Uncle Tobias got it for me when I was eight. (childlike voice) 'What kind of car is this anyway? Where's the motor?' and Uncle Toby....that's what we called him....Uncle Toby told me it had a special 'Flintstone' motor......which meant I used my feet.
Adults always told lies like that to kids because they figure the kids are too stupid to figure it out.....but I knew. It didn't matter though, I loved that buggy!
(More serious) I never thought I'd get back here .......
Funny, I got through two years in the Pacific, not a scratch. Friends got killed, or in some cases, a lifetime fungus, but me, I was just hot and sweaty and miserable for 24 months.
But when you get old, you don't need bullets to knock you over. Some stupid virus'll do it......you get a touch of pneumonia......out of commission for months!
(Takes off his sandals and wiggles his feet in the sand)
When we would come to the beach, my mother used to ask what did I want for lunch- A sandwich or a .....sand wish? '
(Remembering) What tastes better, Mom?' That depends.....a sandwich is for right now, a sand wish is anything you make of it......
(He lifts a handful of sand and lets it dribble through his fingers)
......wishes made of sand......are able to blow away - or you can form mighty castles .......it's up to you, that's why a sand wish.....is forever.......
And I would ask her, 'Can I have both?'
And we'd both laugh. And she's say I could eat after I finished swimming....any sandwich she had, and they were all delicious.....because after the ocean, anything tastes good.
And I'd go into the water.....just like I'm going to do now.....don't worry, just up to my ankles......
(He turns to go into the water, hears something, stops, looks back)
What did I wish for? Can't you tell? I wished.....for this.....
(He waves at the ocean and sand, and goes for his wade. Never the end of sandwishes)
Thank you for bringing me here, my friend. I truly appreciate you driving. It's been hard for me to drive since they took away my license.....and my car.......(laughs) .....maybe I could get a dune buggy.....that was my first car.....my Uncle Tobias got it for me when I was eight. (childlike voice) 'What kind of car is this anyway? Where's the motor?' and Uncle Toby....that's what we called him....Uncle Toby told me it had a special 'Flintstone' motor......which meant I used my feet.
Adults always told lies like that to kids because they figure the kids are too stupid to figure it out.....but I knew. It didn't matter though, I loved that buggy!
(More serious) I never thought I'd get back here .......
Funny, I got through two years in the Pacific, not a scratch. Friends got killed, or in some cases, a lifetime fungus, but me, I was just hot and sweaty and miserable for 24 months.
But when you get old, you don't need bullets to knock you over. Some stupid virus'll do it......you get a touch of pneumonia......out of commission for months!
(Takes off his sandals and wiggles his feet in the sand)
When we would come to the beach, my mother used to ask what did I want for lunch- A sandwich or a .....sand wish? '
(Remembering) What tastes better, Mom?' That depends.....a sandwich is for right now, a sand wish is anything you make of it......
(He lifts a handful of sand and lets it dribble through his fingers)
......wishes made of sand......are able to blow away - or you can form mighty castles .......it's up to you, that's why a sand wish.....is forever.......
And I would ask her, 'Can I have both?'
And we'd both laugh. And she's say I could eat after I finished swimming....any sandwich she had, and they were all delicious.....because after the ocean, anything tastes good.
And I'd go into the water.....just like I'm going to do now.....don't worry, just up to my ankles......
(He turns to go into the water, hears something, stops, looks back)
What did I wish for? Can't you tell? I wished.....for this.....
(He waves at the ocean and sand, and goes for his wade. Never the end of sandwishes)
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Janet S. Tiger
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JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
1 comment:
This one is so visual, I could see the sand and hear the ocean!
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