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Monologue Mania Day #276 by Janet S. Tiger Jigsaw 2 Nov. 15, 2014
Note - This can be done by itself, or with Day # 275
Jigsaw 2 (a few years later)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A man walks onstage using a walker, he looks around, moves carefully. All the while he has a scissors and is snipping at the air with them. He stops, looks at the floor, goes to pick up the 'pieces')
I thought this would help, but now I don't know.
(He holds one of the 'pieces' up and looks at it)
Where did this one go? I forget now......I forget so many things now.....
(He removes a paper from his pocket and examines it, putting on his glasses, checking on the 'pieces' lying on the floor and the one in his hand.) Did I get this wrong? Did I ever do anything right? (He walks to a corner, trying to get very high off the ground and snips more, examines)
This is supposed to fit together somehow.....
(He puts the 'pieces' in some order, stares) That's my childhood, how beautiful it was. My mother and father were not perfect, but they were good parents, I hope they know how much I loved them......Do we ever appreciate things until they're gone.....
(He shuffles the pieces)
There's so much here......College days, friends......my first apartment......books I read, vacations, teachers......jobs....my first girlfriend......my first wife......
(He cuts out a section, discards it) I guess that's the end of her, right? (He leans down to pick up a piece) My second wife.....who was also my first girlfriend...we met again after our divorces and suddenly, things were different......if I hadn't stopped for gas in that little town, would we have met again?
You never know what the future holds, which piece of the puzzle is coming next, or where it fits when you first see it.....
(He now goes from one end of the stage to another, slowly examining all the parts, scrunching up some, unraveling others)
I mean, this is my life, right? I've seen all these pieces before somehow...... And I get to figure it out......Only...it seems.... the pieces don't always fit.....sometimes it's a nightmare putting them together, a puzzle with the cover missing and too many curves thrown in, but sometimes....... (He suddenly stops, looks up and smiles) But sometimes, for a minute..... they do.......
(He whirls around quickly, catching himself on the walker before he falls)
I just love this dream!
(He turns to exit, stops, looks back, a little concerned)
This is still a dream, right?
(He decides it is, laughs, and dances off the stage with his walker. Never the end of the puzzle)
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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!
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 #276 by Janet S. Tiger Jigsaw 2 Nov. 15, 2014
Note - This can be done by itself, or with Day # 275
Jigsaw 2 (a few years later)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A man walks onstage using a walker, he looks around, moves carefully. All the while he has a scissors and is snipping at the air with them. He stops, looks at the floor, goes to pick up the 'pieces')
I thought this would help, but now I don't know.
(He holds one of the 'pieces' up and looks at it)
Where did this one go? I forget now......I forget so many things now.....
(He removes a paper from his pocket and examines it, putting on his glasses, checking on the 'pieces' lying on the floor and the one in his hand.) Did I get this wrong? Did I ever do anything right? (He walks to a corner, trying to get very high off the ground and snips more, examines)
This is supposed to fit together somehow.....
(He puts the 'pieces' in some order, stares) That's my childhood, how beautiful it was. My mother and father were not perfect, but they were good parents, I hope they know how much I loved them......Do we ever appreciate things until they're gone.....
(He shuffles the pieces)
There's so much here......College days, friends......my first apartment......books I read, vacations, teachers......jobs....my first girlfriend......my first wife......
(He cuts out a section, discards it) I guess that's the end of her, right? (He leans down to pick up a piece) My second wife.....who was also my first girlfriend...we met again after our divorces and suddenly, things were different......if I hadn't stopped for gas in that little town, would we have met again?
You never know what the future holds, which piece of the puzzle is coming next, or where it fits when you first see it.....
(He now goes from one end of the stage to another, slowly examining all the parts, scrunching up some, unraveling others)
I mean, this is my life, right? I've seen all these pieces before somehow...... And I get to figure it out......Only...it seems.... the pieces don't always fit.....sometimes it's a nightmare putting them together, a puzzle with the cover missing and too many curves thrown in, but sometimes....... (He suddenly stops, looks up and smiles) But sometimes, for a minute..... they do.......
(He whirls around quickly, catching himself on the walker before he falls)
I just love this dream!
(He turns to exit, stops, looks back, a little concerned)
This is still a dream, right?
(He decides it is, laughs, and dances off the stage with his walker. Never the end of the puzzle)
------------------------------------------------------------------
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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