Friday, December 25, 2015

Monologue Mania Day # 682 When Death Knocked at My Door by Janet S. Tiger Dec. 25, 2015

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Monologue Mania Day # 682 When Death Knocked at My Door by Janet S. Tiger Dec. 25, 2015

                  When Death Knocked at My Door
                                     by  Janet S. Tiger    
                                © 2015  all rights reserved 
                                     tigerteam1@gmail.com

          (The man who walks out is older, dressed in black, formal, head bowed)

I can't believe it.  They warned me when I met her, that she was too young for me....that....if I married her .....death would be knocking at my door much sooner.  But I didn't care, because she was so beautiful....so young...so vibrant and ......she made all my friends - the ones still alive - green with envy.........What did it matter..... why would I want to live another twenty years of life if it was without her? What would twenty years without her be like?  Better than five with her?  Four with her?

(Sighs)  One with her.

How do you choose?  How do you know?

             (He turns to leave, stops, looks back, wipes his eyes)

How would I know....that when death knocked at my door.....it would be for her......

             (He exits.......)
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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

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