Cold Sunday
In the dramatic monologue Cold Sunday, Roger talks to Leah about how things took a terrible turn with a dog he visits named Buck.
ROGER: You didn’t hear me the first bloody time. (sighs) Alright. (sighs again) I pulled up on my bike like I always do. I entered through that stupid gate like I always do and walked to the backyard.
There he was, standing behind the screen door, staring at me…waiting, like he always does, each and every bloody Sunday.
… I set my bike down and waved at the b’stard. He didn’t react. Thought maybe he couldn’t see me. Strange, I thought it was strange, so I took a few steps toward him and stopped. I stood tall and waved at him again. He stared right through me. Completely took me off-guard.
Surely, he could see me from where I was standing. It certainly appeared as though he was looking directly at me. I sort of squinted and leaned forward. Maybe I was the one not seeing HIM clearly.
I went on, took a few steps forward, smiled, and waved at him again. He was outright ignoring me; I was sure of it this time. Face of stone. Expressionless, like. No emotion, nothing.
By this point I felt somewhat concerned. Something had to be wrong, or…I just couldn’t figure him out.
His nose was right at the screen door, his eyes staring directly into mine.
I had no choice, you see, but to go straight at the screen door. I stood right before him, and he barked. He never, not once, not ever, in all the years we’ve known one another, barked at me, let alone in my face with the violence… (sighs) Shocked I was… and humiliated at the same time.
And that is when I gave him the finger…instinctively, mind you. It was automatic. Had no time to think.
As soon as I raised my finger to his face, he charged through the screen door and pummeled me.
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In the one-act eplay Cold Sunday, Leah meets her friend Roger to help him out after he was attacked by a beloved dog. 1 Woman, 1 Man. Drama. Dark Humor.
