STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT monologue play. There are moments when I am not writing, when the thought of you comes back to me, I remember your beautiful smile, your stunning eyes, I remember the days we were together, the places that we travelled to... then I remember the pain that you brought to me when you left me, and then you are gone, just a memory filed away with all the other moments that I have moved on from. You are just a memory now. Nothing more. Memories are all that we have, it is the only truth about our past, our present and our future. It is the one constant that no money can buy, rich or poor we all have memories... Now my Doctor says that it is going, he says I have a disease that begins with A...I forgot the name. All that is left are the photos. To try and remember what I have forgotten...my son, my daughter, my husband..I am told I have all of these, but who are they, when did they come in my life....if I cant remember, can there be pain? If I have forgotten you, surely there is no more blame, just a dream, but dreams pass away, like cinders in a fire that no longer burns, so I write all the details, and keep all the photos... so that when I see them again, when I see you again, I no longer need to ask...what do these strangers in the night want from me? Catalyst for a monologue that I have begun writing today as a response to Crash Test Dramas call out for more female centred plays. RIDWAN HASSIM CREATING MAGIC.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 02:08:24 +0000
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