Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1328 The Girl Who Could See Death by Janet S. Tiger (c) Oct. 3, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day # 1328 by Janet S. Tiger (c) Oct. 3, 2017     
                                The Girl Who Could See Death
                              by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2017 all rights reserved     

          (The woman is older, walks slowly)

People ask me when this began.  When I started to see death.

I was little.  I realized that what I saw was not what others saw......that the person who followed some of the people in our town.....was visible only to me.....I had just started to speak.....and I was with my mother....and I was talking with her, and the man who raised the horses, Salvador, he was walking with a horse, and behind him, I see the person, and I say to my mother, why is that person following Salvador?

She looks and she says, 'what person?' and I point.  It is very clear to me.  About ten feet behind Salvador.  She is worried now, I can tell, and asks me to describe this person, I cannot tell if it is a man or a woman, the person is not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, with arms that are swinging gently when walking.  'What are they wearing?'  Clothing, I tell her, but nothing fancy, just pants and a shirt, like all the men in the village who work, but something in the way the person walks could be a woman, too....I cannot tell.....

She takes a deep breath and comes down to my level on the street......

         (She leans over as if speaking to a child)

'You must not tell people about this.....'

Why not? I ask.

'Just listen to your mother' and she pulls me away, but I keep watching because the man behind Salvador is getting closer.  Suddenly there is the sound of horse galloping, and around the corner, the carriage of the government worker who collects the taxes.  He is going very fast, and as my mother pulls me out of the way, Salvador is trampled!  But I see the man following him put his arms around Salvador, and then they are gone.....and Salvador's body is in the street.  And he is ...my mother says the word....the first time I have ever heard it.....dead/

The person behind Salvador is death.  And my mother is afraid, because death is not the frightening part.....the scary part.....is that I know.  

And now, whenever I see the person following someone.....I know.  I could not lie to my mother, and she made the mistake of telling a friend, so within a few days, everyone in the village knew....

It is not easy to know things like this, so I left the village.  Many years ago.

Do I still see death?

I do.

I have seen death behind me.  Not close, not yet.  But he is there, getting closer.  Do I look back?  No.  Because.....I'd like to leave myself a little surprise.....

        (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Do you really want me to tell you what I see ......behind you?

        (Smiles and leaves)

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