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Monologue Mania Day #1009 Lost by Janet S. Tiger (c) Nov. 17, 2016
Lost
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
Lost. I'm sorry but I don't think you people here know what lost means. To lose something important. A silly woman comes in every day to the store where I work. She is always losing something. Her keys, her wire that attaches to the phone, the buds in the ears she calls them.
Today she tells everyone she lost two of these things! Two.... and she is devastated. That is my new word for today. Destroyed is the synonym. My teacher will be happy. He likes when I learn new words every day.
I came here with my son....my wife did not want him to come with me, but I said we could do it, I could use him to help me when I got to this land, and we would be together, and we could earn more money and send for her and our daughter much faster.
So we walked, and walked, and I carried him when he got tired. And then we got to the boat. A boat fit for 20 maybe 30 peoples. And there were hundreds of us. And not much of the gasoline. And when the gasoline was no more, we drifted in the sea and then, we started to sink, and there was a rescue boat.....but it did not get to us fast enough. And I told my son we had to jump away from the boat when it sank, and we did, and we were in the water.....and it was very rough, the waves were big, and I held his arm, then it slipped out of my hand...(choking at this memory)...and he was..... lost......and I swam and looked and I begged the people on the rescue boat.....and they looked.....but I had lost my son.....
(He takes a rag and wipes his eyes)
I'm sorry, I will have to talk with you another time.....I must go back to work.....I need to send money for my wife and daughter.....I will write them soon......I do not know how to tell them what happened.....what is lost.....
(He stands and takes a deep breath)
When the lady told me about her loss, I told her about mine. And she cried with me....she tells me that when she was younger, she lost a baby.......it died inside of her, and they had to remove it.....I told her I was sorry for her loss, and so, when we cried together, ...I told her there is a saying in my country......'A child is a child of everyone '
(He turns to leave, stops,looks back)
Maybe we....lost something, but maybe.....we found something, too.....something to share...
(He exits, but is not lost)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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