The following monologue is ©2018 by Larry Bliss. Contact me at Lbliss314@yahoo.com for information about permissions. Thank you!
My My My, by Larry Bliss
Lord, if you could please look the other way just for a second, I’d be obliged.
Look at her. She’s just 22, Lord, so pretty. Long blonde hair, the real deal, not out of some bottle. Eyes I could lose myself in. Freckles sprinkled like brown sugar. Wearing her scrubs at the window of the doctor’s office. I can see a little of the crease beneath her neck. (amazed) My my my.
She’s new, three days on the job. She has to call the nurse over to show her how to do my credit card, and she apologizes. Her voice is cool water in the night.
A sweet girl with a nice attitude. Talks to me like I’m her new friend. I ask her name, and she tells me. A pretty name. It fits her.
Says she hasn’t worked in an office in three years. I laugh a bit, and say, that’s a short time. Not for me, she says. I guess not, I reply, thinking that at 57, three years is a different span altogether.
Help me Jesus. Things aren’t so good at home. We hardly talk. I haven’t touched her in eighteen months. That spark died a long time ago.
It’s wrong to stray, I know. But this little girl is so kind, so sweet, so accepting. And there is no ring on her finger.
Yes, I know I am old enough to be her– I know the math. But I am not too old for yearning. Not to old to dream.
So Lord, if you would watch the rest of the world for a little while, I’d appreciate it. Just long enough for me to ask for her number.
I doubt she’ll give it to me… but I gotta try, Lord.
Just once, I gotta try.
© 2018 by Larry Bliss