What if no one could see you, except your dead friends? How do you fill your days? There is only so long you can look over your grandchildren, check up on your mortal enemy and making sure your dear husband is either grieving appropriately or moving on - depending on your mood.
You take the time you never did before to really look at yourself. Obviously not literally, you don't have a reflection. But to really take stock of who you are, beyond the roles you filled. If you take away the daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, chef, chauffeur, tutor, mentor, laundromat, you get the idea, what's left?
What did you truly like? What curled your toes, made you smile on the inside, put the sparkle in your eyes?
For one of characters, it was family functions. Weddings, christenings, birthdays, heck even funerals. Which is great, when you can participate. However, how do you spice up the experience when no one can see you, hear you, feel you? Simple - take up photo-bombing.
Lucy, a happy-go-lucky member of the Dead Matron's Society regularly shares with her friends her latest photographic adventures, however today she's worried. Lucy seems to be getting a little too good at having her photo taken, so much so, that she's in the background of someone's Facebook profile photo, taken this morning.
This is the basis of the monologue I am currently working on. Poor Lucy.
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