For this one: You must figure out your body's transformation before seeking your loved one.
WORDLESS MONOLOGUE III (any gender, mid teens through late life)
Knees "glued" together.
Feet "glued" together at the heel but toes out, ballet style.
Elbows "glued" to rib cage.
Wrists limp and fingers "glued" together.
Lips closed and pursed, fish-style.
Eyes tight shut.]
[Hold two seconds]
[no voice, and keep eyes closed but open mouth wide and gasp in air.
Exhale. Your mouth is now a human mouth.
Big inhale with mouth, wide.
Exhale and eyes open.]
[Keep the rest of your body frozen but move your eyes.
Look left-- shocked, nervous.
Look right-- shocked, a little excited.
Start to smile.]
[Look at your right arm.
Take a breath as you release it from your ribs]
Look at your right hand.
Unglue the thumb.
Unglue the index finger, the others, one at a time.
Wiggle the fingers. Big breath and smile.
Unglue your left arm and wiggle the fingers.
In triumph clasp your hands together.]
[Unclasp your hands and look down at your knees.
Bend your knees to separate them.
No voice, but exhale in delight.]
[Look up and find a focal point, this is where your beloved lives, off in the distance]
[No sound out of your mouth, but when you take your first step, squeeze your eyes closed and open your mouth in agony.]
[Open your eyes and look down. Look at one foot and then the other. They hurt. Why?]
[Look at your beloved's home in the distance.]
[Look at your feet again.]
[Look at your beloved's home and take a breath of determination.]
[No voice. But move forward, setting the other foot down.]
[Look down at your feet.]
[No voice, no sound, but "scream" the word NO!]
[Look up, as if in a mirror. Confused.]
[No voice, no sound, but "say" the word NO again.]
[Nothing. Look down a bit as if looking at your mouth.
Gently put your palm against your throat.
No voice, no sound. Say NO again.
[shake your head and mouth the word "no" several times.]
[Gently put your palm to your mouth. Nothing is coming out of there. Ever.]
[Keep your palm to your mouth and turn your head to your beloved's home in the distance.]
[Close your eyes in terror and despair.]
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"