Kays Mono
(Whilst writing) Edward Clunet, I am writing to you to beg your assistance one final time. As I sit here on the brink of an untimely death, it strikes me that you are the only one true friend I have, my one confident, my lawyer. The ink they found was nothing more than make up for my dancing, they have no hard evidence. *Blackout, move to stage right with paper in hand* My dearest Mother, I miss you, your every breath, your words of comfort. No-one understands like you did, mother. Please, allow me one last moment in your warm embrace, allow this wayward child just a minute to be cradled in their mothers arms again.
Thursday, 4 December 2014
Monologue
Henry's Mono
(Shortly after the death, Henry is holding a small brown holdall decorated with a drawing of Mata's mother) It was *insert date here* when I was packed up and shipped away. My state of mind was one of a pinpoint focus. No-one understood the loss I had endured. But they must. They must know exactly how I feel. I didn't know how, that was something I didn't know before it was too late. Every one seemed so quick to say they were sorry for my mothers death, as if they had the soloution to this problem in just one word But thats not even thought that just stopping *flash* Taking time out of their day to aknowledge my existance and talk to me would help to patch over this void. Not fill in, no...no. Just patch it over. *Lights to blue* This was, until I got to my Uncles. He was kind. *First Uncle sentance* Thank you Uncle. He loved my mother as well, almost as much as me. *sencond sentance* Thank you Uncle, you are so kind. He made me feel wanted and saf, when he listened, I understood. *Third sentence* *red lights* I suddenly started to change, like a brisk autumnal day to the desolate winter of my life. *Uncles suddenly grab her and the lights flash white and turn off*
(Shortly after the death, Henry is holding a small brown holdall decorated with a drawing of Mata's mother) It was *insert date here* when I was packed up and shipped away. My state of mind was one of a pinpoint focus. No-one understood the loss I had endured. But they must. They must know exactly how I feel. I didn't know how, that was something I didn't know before it was too late. Every one seemed so quick to say they were sorry for my mothers death, as if they had the soloution to this problem in just one word But thats not even thought that just stopping *flash* Taking time out of their day to aknowledge my existance and talk to me would help to patch over this void. Not fill in, no...no. Just patch it over. *Lights to blue* This was, until I got to my Uncles. He was kind. *First Uncle sentance* Thank you Uncle. He loved my mother as well, almost as much as me. *sencond sentance* Thank you Uncle, you are so kind. He made me feel wanted and saf, when he listened, I understood. *Third sentence* *red lights* I suddenly started to change, like a brisk autumnal day to the desolate winter of my life. *Uncles suddenly grab her and the lights flash white and turn off*
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