OUTSIDE MY WINDOW #3

DISCLAIMER the content and character below is fictional. This is a blog segment where we write a monologue or story depicting fictional characters . Feel free to use your imagination and create a character background and add to the story. Today we are featuring a monologue written by Lauren Brady.

A Mother’s Love

By Lauren Brady 

Cast of Characters: 

Lucy, a very dramatic, criticising, and devoted twenty eight year old daughter

Setting:  A bare stage, with a circle formation made out of plastic unfold-able chairs on center stage.

(LUCY walks in, examines the empty room and chooses to sit in the center chair. LUCY starts to laugh, and quickly composes herself and stands up on a spotlight cue and looks at the audience.)

LUCY

There’s something about people who drink tea.

They always think they’re so high up in society. Just because they drink tainted water they consider themselves as some sort of royalty or something.  Next thing you know they’ll start sticking their pinkies high in the air like the Queen of England or some crap. But honestly, they’re a bunch of hippies if you ask me. 

You can’t trust them. Only people who have something to hide drink tea. 

People with guilt. 

 (LUCY looks around at the other chairs in the circle)

At my first AA meeting they served tea. I thought-how fitting.  They’re all replacing one burning substance with another. 

I honestly find it hilarious. To see people sit around in a circle, only to sip a terrible drink.  But anything to replace the hard stuff I guess, anything to fill the whole. It’s really quite sick when you think about it. They are all sort of swapping an alcohol addiction with a herbal one. They might as well start smoking pot if you ask me. Okay that might be a little of an over exaggeration. But if they were smart they would be at least drinking iced tea. At least that way they would stop tempting themselves.  

But they miss the burn. 

I can’t blame them, if I didn’t have any self-dignity I would probably do the same thing.

Why do you think people do that to themselves? Remind them of their failures? I don’t get it. 

(LUCY sits in the center chair)

My mother always told me if you want to be reminded of your failures all the time, just have children. You’ll never be able to escape them.  Those were the last words my mother ever told me, and boy did they stick. She was such a bitter old hag in the end, blamed me for everything you know? She yelled at me every day for not becoming a doctor and saving her from cancer. I could never put a smile on her face, no matter how hard I tried. And I tried. It was hard ‘cause all she did was eat, sleep and go to mass. And trust me; my mother wasn’t a very religious person. She only went to mass so she could have tea with the “girls” after. You know, I even became the Sunday school supervisor down at the church, but nothing could change the fact that I took an art major in college instead of going into medicine. 

(LUCY starts frantically laughing)

In my first meeting I had to ask what everyone’s jobs were. There were two stay at home moms, an accountant, lawyer, a business man of sorts and even a doctor.  

(LUCY Looking towards the sky)

Can you believe that mum? There’s even a doctor in this shit hole!

(LUCY starts frantically laughing)

I bet that son of a bitch could have cured your cancer right? RIGHT?

Everyone just sits around in their Sunday best…  Everyone just sits around in their Sunday best…Sunday best… drinking boiling cups of sewage … Two stay at home moms, an accountant, lawyer, and even a doctor, two stay at home moms, an accountant, lawyer…even a doctor-even a doctor. 

 (LUCY collapse to her chair muttering to herself)

I tried so hard for you… and you never even noticed. You didn’t care… but I did mum. You know what mum? I’ll care every single day for the both of us. I’ll remember it until the day I die.

(Silence)

I was never good enough.

(LUCY returns her attention to the audience)

Screw this meeting, I’m getting a coffee.

(LUCY exits)