Thursday, August 27, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #561 Firestarter by Janet S. Tiger Aug. 27, 2015

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Monologue Mania Day #561 Firestarter by Janet S. Tiger  Aug. 27, 2015

                                       A monologue by Janet S. Tiger
                                             © 2015 all rights reserved

           (The woman is in her thirties, maybe early forties, she is holding a matchbook, and she keeps taking one match at a time and dropping it on the ground.)


          (She drops another match, stares at it)

No fire.   Yet if I......

           (She takes another match and strikes it, it lights)

Use just a little bit of energy....not even enough to whistle.....

         (She blows it out, very softly)

I can burn down Rome.......or a whole forest, maybe even a continent of forests.......I have the power of a thousand atomic weapons in such a tiny bit of funny how nuclear weapons are so feared, yet in our kitchen drawers, in our our hands.....are weapons of mass destruction that we can all use......

        (She drops the other matches on the floor)

Yet women are rarely arsonists.  We cannot handle watching our homes we will not do unto others.....the few women who are firestarters are usually suicidal, so they only burn once.....

But the rest of us.....we can start a fire with only our words......we can take one tiny idea, and spread it to another, and suddenly the forest is burning.....the rumor .....just like a forest fire ....has a life of its own.  And it jumps over trees, and freeways, and friendships.....and marriages.....until the destruction is complete, and there are no least no survivors who still have their eyebrows......because all caught in the rumor's blaze are burned......and though the forest may be rebuilt, it is never the same.

The blackened edges of the brush show for years, and the sides of the surviving trees have the carbon layer imprinted for the rest of their lives.

All the human animals run before the blown embers, but they cannot outrun .....the pain that is etched on every heart.

       (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Thank you, my dear friend, for striking the match.....

       (She exits.  Bright spot, then blackout)

Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
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