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--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 227 by Janet S. Tiger Fault Lines Sept. 27, 2014
Fault Lines (for Crime)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(An older man comes onstage with a handkerchief in his hand.)
Whose fault was it? Why did Bertha have to die? I asked her to marry me. More than once. At first, she said she couldn't because Jeffrey had just died the year before.
So I waited. And then she said she was too busy to think about marriage. Then she was getting too old.
And I finally just asked her to move in with me. Modern like. Like the kids do. Or I'd move in with her. Either way.
She just laughed and said she was too old for all that.
So I watched her take chances with all those young kids, bums most of them. There for a few weeks, months. then...gone.
But she wouldn't take a chance with me.
So one of them, one of those bums, kills her.
Not a surprise. And the sheriff tells me...(imitates) 'it's not your fault, Toby, not your fault.'
Hell, I know it wasn't my fault. But if it wasn't my fault, why do I feel so guilty? Why do I think if I'd gotten her to marry me, or even just move in, she would still be alive.
(He turns to walk offstage, stops, looks back)
If it's not my fault, why does it hurt so much?
(He exits. Not the end ....of pain)
-------------------------------------- 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!
Note: A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty info.
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
Help a playwright and get more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monologue Mania Day # 227 by Janet S. Tiger Fault Lines Sept. 27, 2014
Fault Lines (for Crime)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(An older man comes onstage with a handkerchief in his hand.)
Whose fault was it? Why did Bertha have to die? I asked her to marry me. More than once. At first, she said she couldn't because Jeffrey had just died the year before.
So I waited. And then she said she was too busy to think about marriage. Then she was getting too old.
And I finally just asked her to move in with me. Modern like. Like the kids do. Or I'd move in with her. Either way.
She just laughed and said she was too old for all that.
So I watched her take chances with all those young kids, bums most of them. There for a few weeks, months. then...gone.
But she wouldn't take a chance with me.
So one of them, one of those bums, kills her.
Not a surprise. And the sheriff tells me...(imitates) 'it's not your fault, Toby, not your fault.'
Hell, I know it wasn't my fault. But if it wasn't my fault, why do I feel so guilty? Why do I think if I'd gotten her to marry me, or even just move in, she would still be alive.
(He turns to walk offstage, stops, looks back)
If it's not my fault, why does it hurt so much?
(He exits. Not the end ....of pain)
-------------------------------------- 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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