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Monologue: Come away, my love

Did you hear that?
‘The voice of my beloved’ and ‘he comes leaping over the mountains like a young stag.’
Can you imagine that kind of thing happening round here?

I don’t know what your beloved would sound like but mine’s more likely to be
bellowing, ‘where did you leave my shirt?’ or ‘what are you doing standing around in
the garden woman? If you’re out there pull out a few weeds, or get that lawn mown.’

As for leaping like a young stag … can you imagine it? He can hardly lift himself out
of his chair to drag himself to the car to drive round the corner.


©Marjorie Dobson

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