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Monologue Mania Day #535 The Ripple Effect by Janet S. Tiger Aug. 1, 2015
by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved from 3/10/09 updated Aug. 1, 2015
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THE RIPPLE EFFECT
by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved from 3/10/09 updated Aug. 1, 2015
tigerteam1@gmail.com 858-274-9678
(A man comes out onstage, he's dressed all in one color -
black or dark blue.)
Drop. (Illustrates with his hands)
Drop.
Drop.
A pond.
Quiet.
The water never moves.
(Smiling) It's pretty.
Very pretty
The sun is warm.
Like a smile.
Nothing changing.
Until.......
Someone comes and
DIVES IN !
(Imitates diving in, he's angry)
(Imitates diving in, he's angry)
And ...changes everything!
(He is truly upset now)
(He is truly upset now)
Now there are ripples...
EVERYWHERE!.......And...(hard to say)
And she likes him better.....
Because he's new to ....(with disgust)....the pond....
And he swims faster.......and I......don't swim.
And I...
I'm just here...like always, like a...(spits it out) like a frog ....sitting on the riverbank....
and she never even notices me anymore
she's too .....busy....with the ripples they make together
(Remembering fondly)
Every morning I used to look forward to getting up
Going to work...
seeing her....
.smelling her perfume when she leaned over my desk
…..watching her eat lunch with her friends
….it was so good.....
Now....
I don't……
Maybe.... maybe this is the wrong place for me now.....
Maybe it was .......never the right place...
(Much darker) Or
maybe.....it's the wrong place... (takes a knife out of his pocket)
for them.......
(He smiles and walks offstage)
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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
1 comment:
Ooh. Chilling.
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