Situation: Holly (thirty six year old female) remembers the tragic death of her father.
(Holly is in her bed, alone, in the middle of the stage. She is sleeping)
(talking in her sleep) Daddy? Daddy? Is that you Daddy? (pause) Yes I would like some ice cream. (pause) Daddy you have ice cream on your nose! (pause, wakes-up) Daddy? Dad? (pause - realizing that she was dreaming) Oh, it was just a dream. (more disappointed) Just a dream. (gets out of bed, walks over to a mirror and looks at herself) What is wrong we me? He's dead. He's been dead for twenty years now.
(gets up and walks back to the bed and starts to make it) It is almost funny how there are some things that you can never forget. They are constantly on the front of your brain, driving you insane. I have a family now, two kids to look after. A loving husband who treats me like a queen yet everyday I remember. I know that memory affects the way that I act. Sometimes when I get emotional, I take it out on the kids, but I don't mean too. It is just so hard to keep my anger inside. It is too hard.
(pause)God, this is so unfair! (throws pillow down on the ground, yelling at audience) Why did he have to die and the other guy didn't? The other guy was the one who was drinking. The other guy was the one who was stupid enough to get behind a wheel. The other guy was the one who went through a red light faster than the speed of light. (uncontrollable crying) And it is my innocent dad who pays the price for some guy's mistake. Why? I ask you why? He walked away from the accident. Later he said to my family that he wish that there was something that he could do. My father is dead because of him. He is DEAD and he is not coming back. That's right, dead and there is nothing that anyone can do.
(pause, sits beside the bed)The reason why my dad was out that night was because I wanted some ice cream. There was none in the house so he went out to the corner store. We knew something was wrong when he didn't come back quickly. Then there was the phone call. I feel like it is my fault. Everyone says that it is not but you know, it really is. I was the one who begged him to go out that night. If it wasn't for me and my urge for chocolate ice cream he would be alive today. He would have seen my graduation, walked me down the aisle and talked to his first grand child.
But no, he missed out on all of that because some idiot forgot to listen to all the "don't drink and drive messages". Why couldn't someone grab his keys before he got in the car? The police said that he was at a huge collage party. Only one simple gesture……
I don't eat ice cream anymore.
C. Clarke
Feb. 1998
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