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Forgive Me

A play by Vivika Widow 

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Cast

Dominick (m):

Head of the Church of St Wigan. Sometimes referred to as His Eminence. 

Confessor (m or f): 

An anonymous member of the church who has come to Dominick seeking forgiveness for a grave sin they have committed. Age, gender and race are all open. 

Location

Set in the cultish Church of St Wigan. 

Time

Takes place in an unknown time. It is modern but with some noir, old fashioned elements to the styling. 


SETTING: A church confessional. 

AT RISE: The stage is set with a partition. DOMINICK is already seated on his side. The CONFESSOR takes their place. A blessing in the Wigan fashion is given.

CONFESSOR

I ask for forgiveness. I am a flawed being. I have committed a great many sins. 

DOMINICK

You’ve come to the right place. St Wigan knows we are imperfect. Our imperfections are the reason he wished to embrace us all and bring us closer to God. 

CONFESSOR

Do you believe that no one is beyond redemption?

DOMINICK

We cannot be saved. None of us can. If we repent though, we may be redeemed. 

CONFESSOR

I’m worried I’ve fallen to far. 

DOMINICK

Then unburden yourself. Confess to me as St Wigan’s ear and He’ll listen. 

CONFESSOR

I’ve been lustful.

DOMINICK

Haven’t we all …

CONFESSOR

I’ve stolen property that isn’t mine.

DOMINICK

Then you must give it back. 

CONFESSOR

Lies have been on my tongue many times. 

DOMINICK

Then you must learn to speak the truth. 

CONFESSOR

I get jealous and angry.

DOMINICK

Unfortunately, that’s what it means to be human. What did you find yourself coveting? 

CONFESSOR

A perfect life. I knew a woman who seemed to have a perfect life. She was beautiful, bright and she sang with the tones of the waves. She would help anyone. She was loved for it. 

At first I wanted to be near her. Her very presence was comforting. Then I couldn’t be without her. I thought I might have loved her but that wasn’t it. I didn’t love her. I didn’t want to be with her. I wanted to be her. She had everything that I never had. I’ve always been on my own and she had swarms of admirers around her. Her face was fair where I’ve always been the sullen sort. Her body was healthier than mine too. She had it all and she lived a blessed life. The more I thought about it the angrier it made me until eventually I couldn’t look upon her pretty features without wanting to hurt her. She didn’t notice any of this. She still wanted to make me her friend. 

Above all things she had a stepbrother who adored her. I guess that was the thing I coveted the most. 

DOMINICK

What did you do? 

CONFESSOR

I think you already know. 

DOMINICK

They found her body. Her heart was torn out. Her tongue was removed. Her remains were burned as a whore because they claimed she tried to run away from the commune. 

CONFESSOR

I know. I told her you had gone to the city. You had left the church behind. She went looking for you, her precious stepbrother. When we got there I plunged a knife into her chest. 

DOMINICK

Why!?

CONFESSOR

I already told you. I coveted everything she had. She was a light in this world and if I couldn’t have that or be that it might as well be extinguished. We’re only human. You said so yourself. 

(DOMINICK remains quite on his side.)

Can I ask you something? 

(DOMINICK sniffs but doesn’t reply.)

If I tell you I repent, can I still be redeemed?


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Forgive Me (A short play)

Cast

Dominick (m):

Head of the Church of St Wigan. Sometimes referred to as His Eminence. 

Confessor (m or f): 

An anonymous member of the church who has come to Dominick seeking forgiveness for a grave sin they have commited. Age, gender and race are all open. 

Location

Set in the cultish Church of St Wigan. 

Time

Takes place in an unknown time. It is modern but with some noir, old fashioned elements to the styling. 

SETTING: A church confessional. 

AT RISE: The stage is set with a partition. DOMINICK is already seated on his side. The CONFESSOR takes their place. A blessing in the Wigan fashion is given.

CONFESSOR

I ask for forgiveness. I am a flawed being. I have committed a great many sins. 

DOMINICK

You’ve come to the right place. St Wigan knows we are imperfect. Our imperfections are the reason he wished to embrace us all and bring us closer to God. 

CONFESSOR

Do you believe that no man is beyond redemption?

DOMINICK

We cannot be saved. None of us can. If we repent though, we may be redeemed. 

CONFESSOR

I’m worried I’ve fallen to far. 

DOMINICK

Then unburden yourself. Confess to me as St Wigan’s ear and He’ll listen. 

CONFESSOR

I’ve been lustful.

DOMINICK

Haven’t we all …

CONFESSOR

I’ve stolen property that isn’t mine.

DOMINICK

Then you must give it back. 

CONFESSORS

Lies have been on my tongue many times. 

DOMINICK

Then you must learn to speak the truth. 

CONFESSOR

I get jealous and angry.

DOMINICK

Unfortunately, that’s what it means to be human. What did you find yourself coveting? 

CONFESSOR

A perfect life. I knew a woman who seemed to have a perfect life. She was beautiful, bright and she sang with the tones of the waves. She would help anyone and she was loved for it. 

At first I wanted to be near her. Her very presence was comforting. Then I couldn’t be without her. I thought I might have loved her but that wasn’t it. I didn’t love her. I didn’t want to be with her. I wanted to be her. She had everything that I myself never had. I’ve always been on my own and she had swarms of admirers around her. Her face was fair where I’ve always been the sullen sort. Her body was healthier than mine. She had it all and she lived a blessed life. The more I thought about it the angrier it started to make me until eventually I couldn’t look upon her pretty features without wanting to hurt her. She didn’t notice any of this. She still wanted to make me her friend. 

Above all things she had a stepbrother who adored her. I guess that was the thing I coveted the most. 

DOMINICK

What did you do? 

CONFESSOR

I think you already know. 

DOMINICK

They found her body. Her heart was torn out. Her tongue was removed. She was burned her remains as a whore because they claimed she tried to run away from the commune. 

CONFESSOR

I know. I told her you had gone to the city. You had left the church behind. She went looking for you, her precious stepbrother. When we got there I plunged a knife into her chest. 

DOMINICK

Why!?

CONFESSOR

I already told you. I coveted everything she had. She was a light in this world and if I couldn’t have that or be that it might as well be extinguished. We’re only human. You said so yourself. 

(DOMINICK remains quite on his side.)

Can I ask you something? 

(DOMINICK sniffs but doesn’t reply.)

If I tell you I repent, can I still be redeemed?

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The Story He Left Behind

The room was small but clean. The carpet was thick under foot and the smell of various cleaning products filled the air. Sally had never lived on her own before so to her it was the smell of progress. It was the smell of a new life. She hadn’t met her new room mate yet but the student housing officer assured her they would be joining her the following day.

‘I wonder what she’s like?’ thought Sally to herself. ‘If we have to share this room then I hope we get along.’

Her phone jingled in her pocket. She pulled it out and on the screen was the smiling face of her long time boyfriend Brad. She opened his message and smiled warmly.

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT FIRST DAY.

Where Sally had come to Filton University to study English Literature, Brad had gone to art college in the city.

“It’s only a bus ride away,” he had said. Nothing had to change between them.

She smiled as she began to type a message back. As she looked at her new surroundings a panel on the wall caught her eye. It was a lighter shade than the others. She put the phone back inside her pocket with her message unfinished.

She gave a tug and the panel clicked. She pulled it away. A few of the previous occupants of the room had stored miscellaneous items in there. Most of them were student treasures like packets of condoms and empty beer bottles but someone had stored a pen drive. It was a simple, silver device that gave no indication of the information it contained.

She removed the drive, leaving the other items behind.

‘I wonder who this belongs to?’ she mused.

She figured it would be old assignments that were no longer needed but she wanted to check and make sure. There could be photos on it. Some people were quite sentimental about those kinds of things. They may appreciate them back.

Forgetting the message she had started to Brad she pulled her lap top from the red back pack she had dropped on the bed she was claiming as her own. She plugged the drive in. She patiently waited on the start up screen to finish loading. Her desk top flashed with a picture of her and Brad’s smiling faces on a recent visit to the beach. Brad’s round nose and cheeks were red from the sun. Sally’s smile was warm and wide.

She opened the drive folder. There was only one file. It was a video file. Sally’s first reaction was to just delete it. The room had been unoccupied all summer. If someone really wanted it back they would have come to retrieve it by then. She couldn’t delete the file though. If curiosity killed the cat it certainly wreaked havoc with the human. She clicked on the video. The video player opened.

A young man of similar age to Sally appeared on screen. His greasy black hair had fallen in front of his eyes and he was smiling shyly.

“Say cheese!” another male voice teased from behind the camera.

The dark haired boy raised his grey eyes to the camera and his smile widened. The camera turned and the owner looked directly into the lens. He had a longer, slimmer face. His hair was fair and a growth of stubble had gathered on his chin.

“He’s a shy one,” he said and gave an over exaggerated smile.

The camera leapt as it was set down facing a bed. The room was bare. It was one of the university residence rooms but not the same one Sally stood in. She was going switch it off but then the two young men fell onto the bed together. Sally giggled. The dark haired student rolled onto his back. The fair haired one -the more confident of the two – stroked his face. He leaned over and kissed him. The dark haired one pulled him closer and his hands ran up the faired haired young man’s back, pushing the mustard coloured tee shirt he wore up.

“Oh dear!” Sally exclaimed with another giggle. She reached over to the computer to switch the video off before things between the two men went any further but the video cut to the dark haired student on his own. Sally would still have switched it off but for the horrified look on the young man’s face. He was crying. This time he was in the same room she stood in.

“My name is Dorian McElroy,” he said. His grey eyes stared directly at the camera without flinching. “I did a terrible thing,” he continued. “I don’t know who will see this or if anyone will but I have to tell someone or something…”

He sighed. His voice cracked. He cleared his throat.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I don’t know what I was thinking. Mum, if you are watching. I love you and I am sorry but I couldn’t take it any more.”

Some one came into the room. Dorian gave a quick glance behind him before switching off the camera.

Sally took a deep breath. What had began as an intimate moment had changed direction really quickly. Her heart stung for Dorian. He called out for his mother and this made Sally feel even more distraught for him. She wiped the tear that had formed in the corner of her eye.

***

“Dorian McElroy had your room last year,” the student housing officer explained.

Carol was a full figured woman who could barely fit on the swivel chair she sat upon.

“Sadly he took his own life,” she added in a more sombre tone. “You say you found belongings of his? I can have them sent to his mother,” she offered.

Sally thought about it. She thought of handing in the short video but she wanted to hold onto it a little longer.

“It was just some old notes. It’s nothing worth sending I don’t think,” Sally dismissed.

“Do you want to move rooms?” Carol asked. Her fingers poised over the keyboard of her desk top computer, ready to produce the necessary paperwork.

“No, it’s fine,” replied Sally.

She decided she wanted to get to know Dorian a little better. Staying in the room where he had lived, worked and died would bring him closer to her.

ed the air. Sally had never lived on her own before so to her it was the smell of progress. It was the smell of a new life. She hadn’t met her new room mate yet but the student housing officer assured her they would be joining her the following day.

‘I wonder what she’s like?’ thought Sally to herself. ‘If we have to share this room then I hope we get along.’

Her phone jingled in her pocket. She pulled it out and on the screen was the smiling face of her long time boyfriend Brad. She opened his message and smiled warmly.

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT FIRST DAY.

Where Sally had come to Filton University to study English Literature, Brad had gone to art college in the city.

“It’s only a bus ride away,” he had said. Nothing had to change between them.

She smiled as she began to type a message back. As she looked at her new surroundings a panel on the wall caught her eye. It was a lighter shade than the others. She put the phone back inside her pocket with her message unfinished.

She gave a tug and the panel clicked. She pulled it away. A few of the previous occupants of the room had stored miscellaneous items in there. Most of them were student treasures like packets of condoms and empty beer bottles but someone had stored a pen drive. It was a simple, silver device that gave no indication of the information it contained.

She removed the drive, leaving the other items behind.

‘I wonder who this belongs to?’ she mused.

She figured it would be old assignments that were no longer needed but she wanted to check and make sure. There could be photos on it. Some people were quite sentimental about those kinds of things. They may appreciate them back.

Forgetting the message she had started to Brad she pulled her lap top from the red back pack she had dropped on the bed she was claiming as her own. She plugged the drive in. She patiently waited on the start up screen to finish loading. Her desk top flashed with a picture of her and Brad’s smiling faces on a recent visit to the beach. Brad’s round nose and cheeks were red from the sun. Sally’s smile was warm and wide.

She opened the drive folder. There was only one file. It was a video file. Sally’s first reaction was to just delete it. The room had been unoccupied all summer. If someone really wanted it back they would have come to retrieve it by then. She couldn’t delete the file though. If curiosity killed the cat it certainly wreaked havoc with the human. She clicked on the video. The video player opened.

A young man of similar age to Sally appeared on screen. His greasy black hair had fallen in front of his eyes and he was smiling shyly.

“Say cheese!” another male voice teased from behind the camera.

The dark haired boy raised his grey eyes to the camera and his smile widened. The camera turned and the owner looked directly into the lens. He had a longer, slimmer face. His hair was fair and a growth of stubble had gathered on his chin.

“He’s a shy one,” he said and gave an over exaggerated smile.

The camera leapt as it was set down facing a bed. The room was bare. It was one of the university residence rooms but not the same one Sally stood in. She was going switch it off but then the two young men fell onto the bed together. Sally giggled. The dark haired student rolled onto his back. The fair haired one -the more confident of the two – stroked his face. He leaned over and kissed him. The dark haired one pulled him closer and his hands ran up the faired haired young man’s back, pushing the mustard coloured tee shirt he wore up.

“Oh dear!” Sally exclaimed with another giggle. She reached over to the computer to switch the video off before things between the two men went any further but the video cut to the dark haired student on his own. Sally would still have switched it off but for the horrified look on the young man’s face. He was crying. This time he was in the same room she stood in.

“My name is Dorian McElroy,” he said. His grey eyes stared directly at the camera without flinching. “I did a terrible thing,” he continued. “I don’t know who will see this or if anyone will but I have to tell someone or something…”

He sighed. His voice cracked. He cleared his throat.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I don’t know what I was thinking. Mum, if you are watching. I love you and I am sorry but I couldn’t take it any more.”

Some one came into the room. Dorian gave a quick glance behind him before switching off the camera.

Sally took a deep breath. What had began as an intimate moment had changed direction really quickly. Her heart stung for Dorian. He called out for his mother and this made Sally feel even more distraught for him. She wiped the tear that had formed in the corner of her eye.

***

“Dorian McElroy had your room last year,” the student housing officer explained.

Carol was a full figured woman who could barely fit on the swivel chair she sat upon.

“Sadly he took his own life,” she added in a more sombre tone. “You say you found belongings of his? I can have them sent to his mother,” she offered.

Sally thought about it. She thought of handing in the short video but she wanted to hold onto it a little longer.

“It was just some old notes. It’s nothing worth sending I don’t think,” Sally dismissed.

“Do you want to move rooms?” Carol asked. Her fingers poised over the keyboard of her desk top computer, ready to produce the necessary paperwork.

“No, it’s fine,” replied Sally.

She decided she wanted to get to know Dorian a little better. Staying in the room where he had lived, worked and died would bring him closer to her.

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