*photo by Vivian Maier (www.vivianmaier.com)
A monologue I wrote in a playwriting workshop I went to at school today. The monologue is from the perspective of the man.
Here is the setting I have placed on these people: their son died several years ago; he was a police officer in their town and died in a work accident. The wife has slowly been getting worse and worse, drinking herself to death in mourning for her son. The husband, unable to think of anything else to do, bought the couple a new place to live in a new town, and has taken the woman away, much to her disagreement and anger.
DAVID: (waking from his nap, he is startled to find his wife curled up on him. he shifts under her weight, both happy to have her close, but worried that the moment will end too quickly. he pushes hair out of her face as he begins.)
Lois, honey? Are you awake? …I guess not.
…Lois? I’m sorry. I’m sorry about… about Henry. He was… uhh… He was a good boy. He was just doing his job… doing his part….
I wish I knew what to say. I wish I knew what to do. I just… I just want to see your smile again…. I want to hear you laugh. I don’t want to wake in the middle of the night to find you drunk on the couch, his picture in your lap. I don’t want to fight until we’re hoarse from screaming anymore…. I… I don’t want us to live this life anymore.
That’s why I’m taking us away…. That’s why we have to leave. And I know you’re mad at me and I know you don’t understand…. Or maybe you just don’t want to understand. But I couldn’t sit there knowing that us staying in that place would remind you of him at every turn. I couldn’t keep waking up in the middle of the night to find you drunk on the couch with his picture in your lap. I couldn’t keep standing there with my head up my ass…. So I found us someplace new. I know you don’t like the cold and the town is a little small…. But the sun shines just as bright here as it did at home. And I’ll build you a fire in the fireplace to help keep your feet warm. Every single night if I have to.
I just couldn’t sit around anymore and watch you kill yourself. I can’t… I can’t lose you too. I love you, Lois. Please remember that.