Title: Irrational Fear
by Robyn from London | in writing, fiction
Girl is alone on the stage, spotlight appears directly on her emotionally wrecked face, tear stains are visible. She sharply looks up.
London, London, is this really what it's all about? I am alone, though there are so many people walking, jogging, skipping, driving, cycling about. (She walks nervously to the left and places her hand to her mouth with elegance.) I am alone, although I hear those omnipresent sounds, (the tone of her voice becomes comical as she races to say) traffic, tyres, breaks, lights, screech! (She pauses both her speech and actions then loudly, looking seriously to the audience) It's all lights camera action in this town. (She continues to pace about the stage but this time with a quicker pace to her stride.) Don't' get me wrong, I love this almost (She stops, sliding her fingers through her dead straight hair, then placing her hands at rest at the peak of her head) magically mysterious place, I've lived here all my life, its like I belong, although its sometimes hard to find my place, my spot, designated position in London's, fickle society.
My story is about a girl living in London, who is quite confused and in doubt about whether London is the right place for her. It's morning, before she has to leave for school, but she needs to get her thoughts off her chest and it all comes out when she is alone and no one else is around.
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