Category Archives: dramatic monologues

single speaker, listener

insidious

Just a minute, Charmaine: I see one over there—shit! That bitch beat me to it! I’ll have to get back to you— No, I’m in the hardware section; you know, where that tall guy with the big blue eyes—no, I’m … Continue reading

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coffee stop

I prefer booths; these tables are too close together, but not enough like a Paris café: where’s the arrogant waiter tyrannizing between the tables? These wimpy servers are too pale and worried to pull it off. You were talking about … Continue reading

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. . . than a sick husband

All wives know this for fact: There is no one sicker than a sick husband. I totally agree: and as you know, I am no wife. I tried to make a list of concerns, but I am too sick to … Continue reading

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