(The next scene starts with Marie centre stage, surrounded by different flowers in an array of different colours. The majority of the scene is a monologue)
Marie: Throughout my childhood, I always had a fascination for flowers. I would go around our little village to find as many flowers as I could, placing them in rainbow order so they would look presentable for mother and father.
(A masculine voice is heard off stage as Marie holds a bunch of flowers towards the voice)
Male voice: Marie! What wonderful flowers they are!
(A feminine voice closely follows)
Female Voice: darling they are truly beautiful. Quick! Go put them in a vase and fill it with water.
(Female voice echoes until silence)
Marie: because of this, I had grown up still loving flowers to this very day. Eventually becoming the only florist in Eterna village. There is not one flower I can't name. I could tell you everything from specific meanings to the emotions they all represent.
(Marie picks up multiple flowers and holds one towards the audience at a time whilst she describes them)
Marie: amaryllis, a symbol of beauty and worth. The aster symbolises patience, elegance and even daintiness. Freesia signifies innocence and thoughtfulness. Lastly, the anemone indicates fading hope or anticipation... Flowers are such an enigma to me. They could grow in the vilest of places but still become one of the most beautiful things on this planet. Even a rose could grow from a concrete slab.
(Marie gently places the flowers down)
Marie: I would be inclined to think that I was living one of the most ambitious lives anyone could dream of, and therefore I am indeed privileged, I couldn't ask for more. Yet for some reason. I did.
(Aiden's voice is heard and she looks up and out towards the audience)
Aiden: what do you know? You've always been blinded by their charades!
Marie: I was so heart broken. I really couldn't think straight back then. Three long years, trapped in this labyrinth I call my own mind, never once entering his old room due to the guilt I held within. Replaying the last time I saw my brother, over and over and Over and over until something snapped. Clicked together like gears in clockwork. I don't know what it was but I was no longer asleep, no longer dreaming. I looked around me, observing those which lived in the village just like myself. They were blank. Like moving statues with fixed smiles carved on their faces. They dragged themselves along this, now visible, repetitive pattern each and every day. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to break the cycle.
(The lights quickly fall to black)
Scene ends
YOU ARE READING
Artificial garden
General Fictionthis is a short play about A young girl who goes by the name of Marie Noir, she lives a normal life as a florist. Her parents are no longer present in her life so she takes care of her young brother who struggles for freedom and yearns for the outsi...
