Dribs and Drabs

A short drama scene for 1 man 1 women. In a way, this short script is a reflection of a person talking to themselves.  Both characters may very well be 1.

Dribs and Drabs

Sil: They think I’m dead.
Royna: How long has it been?
Sil: Years.
Royna: Not a peep?
Sil: Not one.
Royna: Why?
Sil: There really isn’t a full understanding of it…
Royna: Did something happen?
Sil: Things always happen. I don’t know where to pin point it. I have guesses but I believe that it’s a series of incidents…poor decisions. I don’t want to play the blame game. The only one is myself.
Royna: But what will you do about it?
Sil: I will return.
Royna: Good.
Sil: …I will return.
Royna: Do you have a plan?
Sil: No. I have no idea what to do, how to go about it all…there are days when I want to kill myself…days when I want to erase my memory.
Royna: Are you sure it’s what you want?
Sil: How can one ever be so sure with anything? One thing is certain, if I go on this way, I will lose my mind.
Royna: So make the effort Sil. Stop going on this way.
Sil: I know, I know…you are correct but I feel like I am stuck. Stuck, stuck! Chained and bolted down. I want to be free. I want to breathe again. I want to live.
Royna: So do it.
Sil: I want to.
Royna: So go!
Sil: I don’t know how! I don’t know how to get out. I have too many issues inside of me, too many alternate paths pulling me this way and that. I can’t comprehend it. Is it self-imposed agony? Is it a curse? Is it a lie of the mind? Surely, it must be one of those to be in this situation. Why would anyone stay away and wait so long? Maybe I’m already insane and this is all a tormented game of some sort. (beat) You are the only one, the only one who knows what I go through, these internal battles and it’s not fair to you, I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want you to lose confidence in me as a man but there are times when I just can’t take it and I have no one else to turn to, there is no one else I can talk openly to but you. You are all that I have and it’s…I am a joke.
Royna: You are not a joke, don’t talk like that.
Sil: I am! I am! What have I done? What have I achieved?
Royna: You have done so many things, just last week you–
Sil: Oh, come off it. There is nothing that I have done in all my life that I can actually say I’ve DONE SOMETHING.
Royna: That’s a lie.
Sil: Is it a lie? Have I also tricked you all these years? I am nothing but a peasant, a dreamer, a man who wants and never does except for dribs and drabs. That is who you are with.
Royna: No! I will not allow you to speak that way Sil.
Sil: Because you are stupid. STUPID! You know nothing! You follow me around like a pathetic loser. Harping on every word I say, actually believing me, when all I am is rotten.
Royna: Don’t speak to me that way.
Sil: Or what? Why don’t you just go? What is it going to take for you to leave me already? Why do you continue to hang on? RELEASE ME! Let me go. Let me live my own life!

(pause.)

Royna: No. I know you talk this way because you are depressed and angry. (beat) I am not going to leave. Not ever. You will stop acting like such a fool. Pick yourself up and act like a man.
Sil: I am not a man.
Royna: You are a man!

(pause.)

Sil: I’m going to throw myself off this cliff. That will put a stop to all of this ridiculousness.
Royna: If that is your wish than go right ahead and get it over with. Your words and behavior disgust me. Look at me!! (beat) Clean yourself up…

Royna walks off.
Sil nods to himself looking out.

Joseph Arnone

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