The Oberon Book of Modern Monologues for Women: Volume Two. Catherine Weate
someone says my name I smile.
When everything inside me turns to night my face smiles.
My smile is a free spirit.
I know it’s strange.
Smiling doesn’t fulfil the expectations doesn’t count as an answer.
Smiling is always too little. Or too much.
…
When Albert says my name there’s no smile in me. Only music.
I know who he is.
Student rep Albert. Hero of class contributors.
But the sound of his voice has the power to carry me.
With three syllables across the kiddy pool.
I’m afraid.
It’s a new fear.
I’m afraid he might go without saying another word.
SHRADDHA
(Faith: You are what’s in your heart)
by Natasha Langridge
Shraddha was first performed at Soho Theatre, London, on 29 October 2009.
The Romany Gypsies are about to be evicted from the building site of the London Olympics. Understandably they are more suspicious than usual of outsiders (gorgers). PEARL PENFOLD is 17 years old and has been promised in marriage to another Romany community. However, she and Joe, a gorger from the local council estate have fallen in love. They run away together and PEARL tells fortunes at a local festival so they can eat. Joe asks her what she tells her customers and PEARL replies…
PEARL
I say, ‘Give me ye palm dearie’ then
‘Oh dordy
Ye’ve had a difficult time haven’t ye dear
Life’s been hard on ye hasn’t it?
And she give me
her bracelet to read
‘But ye gonna have a long life
And
Oh
What’s this?
Oh yes
And ye do deserve it don’t ye dear
A beautiful house and what a garden and
There be
Oh
There is someone ye’ve to BEWARE of
DANGER
Who is it?
Can’t quite see
Getting a bit hazy
If ye could just see ye way te give me a little more I might be able
to see clearly dear’
And she says she can give me a fiver but don’t have no change and
I say that’s alright dear and I take the tenner what’s in her hand
and she say, ‘Thank you’
…
‘Now,’ I say, ‘Does ye know a woman with a name beginning with
A, B, C, or D?’
And she look even blanker than before in her eyes so I say ‘Is it
D E F or G is it?
I think it might be an H?’
Her eyes light up a bit
So I says ‘H yes BEWARE a woman whose name begins with H’
And she say, ‘I knew
I knew I couldn’t trust her’
And then it took me over. Like it were doing it on its own
‘But it don’t matter dear, cos that special someone, ye haven’t met
him yet but if ye keep ye eyes open for a lovely man he’s wearing
them brown Wellington things, black jeans with a rip over the right
thigh, a green t-shirt an there’s a thin bit of cotton or something
round his neck and he’s got a speck of brown in his blue eyes.
His hair is blond he’s pushing it back with his hand.
He will love ye and lead ye onto the right path.
And that dear
is that – fer now
I tired out’
She yawns theatrically.
‘I ain’t got no more te give ye
Not even a bit o gold fer comfort
Cos ye know ye should never take gold from a Gypsy
But a Gypsy can take gold from ye and ye know it will bring ye
luck like ye never had and most important of all dear it will bring
ye protection’
And that were when she takes off this amulet from her bracelet
and place it down in front of me and say, ‘Thank you very much’
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