An Original, Dramatic Monologue: Mrs. John and her dog

On the luncheon, Mr. Smith said that tonight is made for us, and hopefully it brings a blossoming air in our life ahead. Mrs. John nodded in agreement she opened her mouth to reply when her cell phone rang besides the kitchen counter, and she went to answer it. Whoever was on the phone made her to stutter and made her toes like iron fixed in the ground……

It was a fine evening when Mrs. John, a tall thin lady with Blondie hair was driving towards the police station. She had black goggles set on her head, with delicate pink earring in her ears. She was wearing a tea pink skirt with sky blue swatter on it. The color combination of her dress made her look younger than her age. Her hand was crippling on the driving wheel she was seem to be completely exhausted as she has just taken first position in a 100meters race. She uncomfortably sitting on her seat and chocked after every three minutes as if she was made to sit on a bunch of Nils.

The police station was still away on a fifteen minutes drive when she stopped her black civic on a side road. She had a dazzling look on the person sitting next to the coffee shop and opened the door for herself. While walking towards that the person she had the images from the movie she watched last night about the bank robbery and it made her think that the person was the main character behind the destruction of her eve.

The black jacket and a round hat gave a bizarre look to that man. Mrs. John addressed him in a loud voice, without any introductory or greeting words, she straight came to the point of her ...