Category Archives: dramatic monologues

single speaker, listener

conversation

Who else would sit here nodding, pretending to care about whatever comes into my head? I’d like a straw for my juice, please, dear. There was a time I could care less about robots but not any more; now they … Continue reading

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Like Celine

Oh, I almost forgot. At about three, this girl comes in while I’m on the phone and just stands there with this piece of paper in her hand and she’s like, holding it on the counter? I catch a glance … Continue reading

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Cheering the dying

I’ll stay a minute; you should have a nurse put these in water, or they’ll not — last. I would have come in yesterday — what’s worse than promises unkept? You’d be aghast how often people promise to turn up; … Continue reading

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