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Monologue Mania Day #522 by Janet S. Tiger July 19, 2015
A Midsummer Night's Rain
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A towel around her head, and another around her body, the woman enters with a cane. )
It is such an annoyance having to use a cane in the bathroom! But this one is waterproof, so I can use it in the shower....
(She waves the cane around)
The tumor was barely visible on the MRI when they first noticed it.....I had bad headaches, but nothing prepared me for cancer.
They told me that my vision would go at any time, but I never thought it would go while I was taking a shower.
The funny thing was, I had just noticed something I had never paid attention to before......the water dripping off my head when I bent over.....the drops looked like...... strings of pearls....or rather....jewels...as they fell off my head towards the floor.......maybe it was the light that had just been changed, so perhaps it was brighter.....but I remember thinking....'oh, my, isn't this beautiful..... and then it faded out like the last scene in an old movie......to a blur......
Why am I telling you this now? Because the tumor is growing, and there is nothing to stop it now. No new drugs. No new therapies.....no new ......nothing.
So I am trying to focus on all of the delightful things I have enjoyed in my life, and you are one of them. In spite of the fact we have been friends for so many years, I still like you! And I want you to know that if I can share the joy of that last minute of sight with you, perhaps, you can stop being so worried about every little thing that comes along.......
(Listens)
Of course I am going to die! We all are, my dear, but the secret is in being happy until then.....
(Listens, shakes head)
Crying is of no value, I invited you over because it is raining, so there are plenty of drops...come with me....let's take a walk.....and we can have a bit of a midsummer night's rainfall.....
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
....I just want you to see the raindrops.....for the jewels they are....
(She exits. Never the end of a beautiful summer rain.)
A Midsummer Night's Rain
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A towel around her head, and another around her body, the woman enters with a cane. )
It is such an annoyance having to use a cane in the bathroom! But this one is waterproof, so I can use it in the shower....
(She waves the cane around)
The tumor was barely visible on the MRI when they first noticed it.....I had bad headaches, but nothing prepared me for cancer.
They told me that my vision would go at any time, but I never thought it would go while I was taking a shower.
The funny thing was, I had just noticed something I had never paid attention to before......the water dripping off my head when I bent over.....the drops looked like...... strings of pearls....or rather....jewels...as they fell off my head towards the floor.......maybe it was the light that had just been changed, so perhaps it was brighter.....but I remember thinking....'oh, my, isn't this beautiful..... and then it faded out like the last scene in an old movie......to a blur......
Why am I telling you this now? Because the tumor is growing, and there is nothing to stop it now. No new drugs. No new therapies.....no new ......nothing.
So I am trying to focus on all of the delightful things I have enjoyed in my life, and you are one of them. In spite of the fact we have been friends for so many years, I still like you! And I want you to know that if I can share the joy of that last minute of sight with you, perhaps, you can stop being so worried about every little thing that comes along.......
(Listens)
Of course I am going to die! We all are, my dear, but the secret is in being happy until then.....
(Listens, shakes head)
Crying is of no value, I invited you over because it is raining, so there are plenty of drops...come with me....let's take a walk.....and we can have a bit of a midsummer night's rainfall.....
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
....I just want you to see the raindrops.....for the jewels they are....
(She exits. Never the end of a beautiful summer rain.)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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