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Monologue Mania Day #1101 Final Story by Janet S. Tiger (c) Feb. 17, 2017
A monologue by
by Janet S. Tiger
(The actor is mulling something, finally looks up and opens eyes wide)
You may have known this, but I have traveled far in my time. When I was young, a friend and I went to Europe and we bought a used VW van and toured Europe on what was the book? Five dollars a day? We did it on no dollars a day! Gas was cheap, people still liked Americans, it was an amazing year.
The stories I heard! Even in other languages, a story is still a story.
Then we came home, and broke up and went our separate ways. And I kept moving around. On buses, and trains, and when I could afford it, automobiles. Never planes, not because I'm afraid, but because a plane ride, how many hours is that? One? Four? Maybe six? But a bus trip cross this great land! Oh, my! Sharing not a tiny bathroom and an armrest, but the freeways and the scenery, and the rest stops and the crazy driver who gets lost! Now that is a trip!
Sometimes you get not just one story, but a whole bunch....and I have to say, I am good at collecting stories.....people get a funny look when they are about to tell you something they may never have told anyone before. Are they telling the truth? Usually. I'm a stranger. Why would I tell anyone? How would we ever meet again?
(Takes a flask out of a pocket and swigs)
Out of all the tales, and confessions, and every type of giggling, drunken heartfelt talk, not one person ever confessed to .....a murder. Now I spoke to many soldiers, and some felt they had done wrong by killing in a war, but that's not what I mean.
A person who actually planned and carried out the physical killing of another human. Not by accident, like the drunk drivers cry about, but by design, by decision, by evil in the heart.
I always wondered what I would do if anyone ever confessed to a murder......but now, I don't have to wonder.....because no one ever confessed...Until you.
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
But we're never gonna meet again....are we?
(Exits....for now)
by Janet S. Tiger
(The actor is mulling something, finally looks up and opens eyes wide)
You may have known this, but I have traveled far in my time. When I was young, a friend and I went to Europe and we bought a used VW van and toured Europe on what was the book? Five dollars a day? We did it on no dollars a day! Gas was cheap, people still liked Americans, it was an amazing year.
The stories I heard! Even in other languages, a story is still a story.
Then we came home, and broke up and went our separate ways. And I kept moving around. On buses, and trains, and when I could afford it, automobiles. Never planes, not because I'm afraid, but because a plane ride, how many hours is that? One? Four? Maybe six? But a bus trip cross this great land! Oh, my! Sharing not a tiny bathroom and an armrest, but the freeways and the scenery, and the rest stops and the crazy driver who gets lost! Now that is a trip!
Sometimes you get not just one story, but a whole bunch....and I have to say, I am good at collecting stories.....people get a funny look when they are about to tell you something they may never have told anyone before. Are they telling the truth? Usually. I'm a stranger. Why would I tell anyone? How would we ever meet again?
(Takes a flask out of a pocket and swigs)
Out of all the tales, and confessions, and every type of giggling, drunken heartfelt talk, not one person ever confessed to .....a murder. Now I spoke to many soldiers, and some felt they had done wrong by killing in a war, but that's not what I mean.
A person who actually planned and carried out the physical killing of another human. Not by accident, like the drunk drivers cry about, but by design, by decision, by evil in the heart.
I always wondered what I would do if anyone ever confessed to a murder......but now, I don't have to wonder.....because no one ever confessed...Until you.
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
But we're never gonna meet again....are we?
(Exits....for now)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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