Post by EarlyBird on Mar 1, 2009 8:38:14 GMT 9.5
Had this scene in my head for ages. I see Miranda playing the Mum which I haven't named yet. And whenever I am emotional I am somehow better at writing. Dunno how but yeah. So here it is. Please comment.
I will call the Mum M and the daughter who I haven't named D.
Thanks for reading xxx
Int. A small dirt ridden flat-Daylight.
A middle aged woman is smoking a cigarette and kicking stuff out of her way as she makes a path to the sofa.
Sitting down she takes a long drag and lets the smoke flow out from her lips.
D: You aren't what I expected.
M: Am I not? (grins in amusement). What were you expecting then 'ay? The Angel Gabriel?
D: No. I knew you wouldn't be perfect. But I expect to come here and find a mother who gave me away because she was unprepared for a child. But it looks like you gave me away because you wanted to be wreckless.
M: Look at you and your big words...I was young. (shrugs) Had no choice. It was me or them. I chose them.
D: That wasn't your choice to make!
M: You were a babe...You couldn't tell me what you wanted. All you could do was cry when you wanted something.
D: So I got on your nerves? I was a nusense?
M: Not exactly. But I wasn't exactly prepared for a baby.
D: You're telling me. You live in a stye.
M: Oh and I suppose you live in a pink palace...And have a prince charming on your arm! (sarcastic)
D: You're drunk...I can smell it on you.
M: Anything else?
D: What?
M: Feel free to go. I'm not forcing you to stay am I?
D: I wanted to get to know you. I must have been a right fool to think you'd want to talk to your own daughter.
(walks towards the door) I used to dream about meeting my real mother...Think how amazing it would be. But you don't seem to care do you? Not one bit.
M: I do care...You just wouldn't want to know me for what I am darlng. Alright?
D: Try me.
M: I was married...When I had you...Thing's didn't go as planned. In other words he was a Bastard cheat and a lier.
© Alison Garwood
I will call the Mum M and the daughter who I haven't named D.
Thanks for reading xxx
Int. A small dirt ridden flat-Daylight.
A middle aged woman is smoking a cigarette and kicking stuff out of her way as she makes a path to the sofa.
Sitting down she takes a long drag and lets the smoke flow out from her lips.
D: You aren't what I expected.
M: Am I not? (grins in amusement). What were you expecting then 'ay? The Angel Gabriel?
D: No. I knew you wouldn't be perfect. But I expect to come here and find a mother who gave me away because she was unprepared for a child. But it looks like you gave me away because you wanted to be wreckless.
M: Look at you and your big words...I was young. (shrugs) Had no choice. It was me or them. I chose them.
D: That wasn't your choice to make!
M: You were a babe...You couldn't tell me what you wanted. All you could do was cry when you wanted something.
D: So I got on your nerves? I was a nusense?
M: Not exactly. But I wasn't exactly prepared for a baby.
D: You're telling me. You live in a stye.
M: Oh and I suppose you live in a pink palace...And have a prince charming on your arm! (sarcastic)
D: You're drunk...I can smell it on you.
M: Anything else?
D: What?
M: Feel free to go. I'm not forcing you to stay am I?
D: I wanted to get to know you. I must have been a right fool to think you'd want to talk to your own daughter.
(walks towards the door) I used to dream about meeting my real mother...Think how amazing it would be. But you don't seem to care do you? Not one bit.
M: I do care...You just wouldn't want to know me for what I am darlng. Alright?
D: Try me.
M: I was married...When I had you...Thing's didn't go as planned. In other words he was a Bastard cheat and a lier.
© Alison Garwood