Farewell to a Son
Tragedy, on the threshold
- Drama
- Monologue
- 3 min
- Female role
- Senior
- Advanced
Casting
9 lines- MOI Female role, Senior your role
Excerpt
(A threshold, at dawn. A mother speaks to a son about to leave.)
MOI
Don’t turn around too quickly. Give me time to keep your back in my memory. It’s what will stay with me the longest.
I won’t tell you to be careful. You won’t be, and I’d have lied to you at the very end.
I’ll tell you something else: come back whole. Not just alive. Whole. With your stupid laugh and the way you slam doors.
What you can do with it
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Don’t say anything. Please. Not now, not in that voice. I spent years translating your silences. I’m tired of always being right too late.