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Monologue Mania July 11, 2014 Day # 149 Burning Diaries by Janet S. Tiger This was from many years ago, but I've changed a bit, so it is new.
BURNING DIARIES
by Janet S. Tiger
from © 4/30/83 now July 11, 2014
all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A woman enters. She is carrying a metal basket which she puts on the floor)
I burned my diaries yesterday. It wasn’t as easy as I thought – the fire would die out on the thickness of the pages, and I had to use almost a book of matches to finish the job.
I thought by the action I could make the time disappear…shrink back into the void. I thought that by the red glow of the flames I could wipe away the things I could remember – not just what I wanted to forget, but all of it.
In time, as the years go by and the relatives and friends who lived and know the truth -or their version of it- pass away, the past will be gone, and I will be happy.
Why did I do it? Because I don’t want the me I am to be seen by anyone else unless I want it to be seen, and so, I erased the tapes of my life.
I burned my diaries yesterday. It wasn’t as easy as I thought – the fire would die out on the thickness of the pages, and I had to use almost a book of matches to finish the job. Of course, perhaps the flames went out because of the tears…..
(She exits. The end.)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
- for a whole year!
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to http://www.monologuestore.com/ -click on the Monologue Mania button please scroll down.
To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - click here.
For a list of the blurbs from each day, click here
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Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site
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Monologue Mania July 11, 2014 Day # 149 Burning Diaries by Janet S. Tiger This was from many years ago, but I've changed a bit, so it is new.
BURNING DIARIES
by Janet S. Tiger
from © 4/30/83 now July 11, 2014
all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A woman enters. She is carrying a metal basket which she puts on the floor)
I burned my diaries yesterday. It wasn’t as easy as I thought – the fire would die out on the thickness of the pages, and I had to use almost a book of matches to finish the job.
I thought by the action I could make the time disappear…shrink back into the void. I thought that by the red glow of the flames I could wipe away the things I could remember – not just what I wanted to forget, but all of it.
In time, as the years go by and the relatives and friends who lived and know the truth -or their version of it- pass away, the past will be gone, and I will be happy.
Why did I do it? Because I don’t want the me I am to be seen by anyone else unless I want it to be seen, and so, I erased the tapes of my life.
I burned my diaries yesterday. It wasn’t as easy as I thought – the fire would die out on the thickness of the pages, and I had to use almost a book of matches to finish the job. Of course, perhaps the flames went out because of the tears…..
(She exits. The end.)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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