The next scene starts with Madame Crone sat in a fancy looking seat silently reading to herself until finishing and attempting to stand
Madame Crone: Tabitha, you old bat, look at you now. Old, crippled, but still standing.
(She looks at an old painting placed centre of the room: a man dressed in a suit and looking distantly away, capturing her gaze)
Madame Crone: are you proud of me? I wonder. Times have changed out there, but I have kept you legacy shining brightly!
Madame Crone: to think that sixty five long, long years have gone by since you passed you work to me "the science of the mind is to be expanded on!" you told me. "We shall create a perfect little world, with the purest people inhabiting it. They shall be the canvases that we will paint our findings upon. And all of it will show us so much indeed."
Madame Crone: we worked so hard, me and you; to create place where the mind is at is fullest potential, at its purest state. Only then could enlightenment and true inner peace surly be a primary necessity to life. Of course, that was aside from our most primitive nature which indeed could not be removed from the brain.
Madame Crone: oh father, if you could see me now, to see how long I have held onto your perfect concepts and ideals. It was all for you! And for as long as I am still breathing, I will continue to be the rope that binds this community together and keeps us as one, as the purest beings on this planet!
Madame Crone: I wish for the day that I will see you again, dear father, but for now continue to smile down upon me as I strive to keep you work alive!
(Madame Crone turns to her seat and slowly sits back down)
Madame Crone: maybe one day, those outside will carry on your research as I did in my youth. Then, we will not have to deal the impurities and finally will there be order. We could even continue those unfinished experiments. The brain is truly a fascinating organ.
(A young girl storms into the room)
Cammie: grandma, grandma, Isabella is here to see you.
Madame Crone: help me up child
(The girl hastily helps Madame Crone to her feet)
Madame Crone: what is she after this time? That girl is always looking for something to complain about.
Cammie: she says it's about the flower girl.
Madame Crone: flower girl. Young heiress of the Noirs I see
Cammie: uh huh, Bella wanted me to call upon you because it's important-
Madame Crone: alright, alright! Run along to you mothers.
Madame Crone: there's always a problem with those Noirs. The anomalies of my perfect experiment.
Scene ends
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Artificial garden
قصص عامةthis 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...
