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Monologue Mania Day #1006 Jigsaw by Janet S. Tiger (c) Nov. 14, 2016
Jigsaw
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A young man runs onstage, he turns a few somersaults, cartwheels- he will be doing these acrobatics throughout the piece - all the while he has a giant scissors and is snipping at the air with them. He stops, looks at the floor, goes to pick up the 'pieces')
I thought this would help, but now I don't know.
(He holds one of the 'pieces' up and looks at it)
Where did this one go? I forget now......
(He removes a paper from his pocket and examines it, checking on the 'pieces' lying on the floor and the one in his hand.)
Did I get this wrong?
(He bounces to a corner, trying to get very high off the ground and snips more, examines)
This is supposed to fit together somehow.....
(He puts the 'pieces' in some order, stares) That's my childhood, I get it. Nice house, good neighborhood, great schools. Forever damaged by my parents, right on target!
(He shuffles the pieces)
College days, friends......books I read, vacations, teachers......jobs....now a new job, a serious one.....one I might stay in for years......
(He goes to other pieces, tries to fit them in)
But my girlfriend, she doesn't want to live in that state, so......
(He cuts out a section, discards it)
I guess that's the end of her, right?
(He goes to the section, picks it up, hugs it, then suddenly throws it far away, suddenly sees a new section, where he cuts out a fresh 'piece', looks at it, smiles)
And you never know what the future holds, which piece of the puzzle is coming next, or where it fits when you first see it.....
(He furiously goes from one end of the stage to another, examining all the parts in a frenzy)
I mean, this is my life, right? The pieces, and I get to figure it out......Only...it seems.... the pieces don't always fit.....
(He bounces to a corner, trying to get very high off the ground and snips more, examines)
This is supposed to fit together somehow.....
(He puts the 'pieces' in some order, stares) That's my childhood, I get it. Nice house, good neighborhood, great schools. Forever damaged by my parents, right on target!
(He shuffles the pieces)
College days, friends......books I read, vacations, teachers......jobs....now a new job, a serious one.....one I might stay in for years......
(He goes to other pieces, tries to fit them in)
But my girlfriend, she doesn't want to live in that state, so......
(He cuts out a section, discards it)
I guess that's the end of her, right?
(He goes to the section, picks it up, hugs it, then suddenly throws it far away, suddenly sees a new section, where he cuts out a fresh 'piece', looks at it, smiles)
And you never know what the future holds, which piece of the puzzle is coming next, or where it fits when you first see it.....
(He furiously goes from one end of the stage to another, examining all the parts in a frenzy)
I mean, this is my life, right? The pieces, and I get to figure it out......Only...it seems.... the pieces don't always fit.....
(He suddenly stops, slows way down, steps back and stares, amazed)
But sometimes, for a minute..... they do.......
(He starts cartwheeling across the stage, stops and throws his arms wide)
I just love dreams!
(He turns to exit, stops, looks back, a little concerned)
This is a dream, right?
(He decides it is, laughs, and somersaults off the stage. Never the end of the puzzle)
(He starts cartwheeling across the stage, stops and throws his arms wide)
I just love dreams!
(He turns to exit, stops, looks back, a little concerned)
This is a dream, right?
(He decides it is, laughs, and somersaults off the stage. Never the end of the puzzle)
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This was originally posted on Nov. 14, 2014 Day #275 exactly two years - and one election ago.
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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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