One Step Too Many
Thriller, the insomnia
- Thriller
- Monologue
- 1 min
- Female role
- Adult
- Beginner
Casting
4 lines- MOI Female role, Adult your role
Excerpt
(A corridor, at night. She moves slowly, ears straining.)
MOI
For three nights I’ve heard footsteps. When I walk, they walk. When I stop… they stop a fraction of a second too late.
At first I told myself: the echo. An old house breathes. But an echo doesn’t drag its leg. These footsteps do.
What you can do with it
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The Call
No, listen to me. I came home and the door was locked. Double-locked. That’s the problem. Because I never double-lock. Ever. It’s not a gesture I have.
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The Voicemail
A message. From him. Received this morning, 6:12. Except… the funeral was Tuesday. I was there. I held the cord of the coffin.
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The Driver
Fare at 11:40 p.m. He got in without a word. Destination: the forest, by the back road. Fine. He hasn’t moved for twenty minutes. Not a sigh. Even people who sleep breathe, they shift. Not…