Kind Eyes


He has a nice face, and kind eyes, and very soft hands.

So I don�t understand how hands so soft can cause so much pain?

He wakes us each morning and tells us how unworthy we are, striding up our lines to look closely at each of us for something none of us can see.

If we could see it, we might change it before he sees it, we think � a flaw in our faces or a look in our eyes he does not like.

Sometimes, he even smiles before he frowns as if to tell this person or that all will be well when it won�t be.

We all know this person or that person in this line we stand in must die today.

After so many times, we know someone must die, we just don�t know who.

And we understand we die because he wants us to die, and it is up to him to decide which one of us he wants on which particular day.

So when he wakes us up each of us wonders which one of us his kind eyes and soft hands will kill next, and how many days it will take him to kill us all, and if in the end, which ones of us are really the most fortunate, the ones who die first or those who suffer day after day waiting for our turn to come, to have his kind us turned to look at us and say: you�re the one.



Because some professional actors said they could not use the work unless they were published; I have finally published these monologues and others -- and these are available at This collection includes other material not originally available on this site -- slightly over 40 monologues.
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