Love by Destination

By Robert Renshaw

Sometimes the worlds cold doors remain shut on a child for a long time.
A world is too big for a small mind to ponder Fear and hunger give ample time to consider why is the world split in two with warmth and love on one side, and cold reality on the other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Renshaw
• Release date: Dec 30, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458037169

Robert Renshaw

Aussie Writer, Playwright.I enjoy the good life and a good laugh. I discovered writing at an early age and enjoy the world it creates within me.Surrounded by life's adventures, I have chosen a path that provides the most diverse and not always pleasant endings.Over the last six years, my Plays have been staged in selected theatres and in world short play festivals. Performed in front of large audiences, the responses has been positive. My novels and short stories are also well received, With "Canopy of Secrets", being my most popular book.Please contact me anytime to discuss any queries.Please, before you give a low star rating, try to understand the actual story firstI have had one star ratings given from people, who have no idea of what they were reading.Some research would have assisted their decision.Some of my works pertain to a different countries culture, therefore some of the analogizes may seem confusing.I continue to increase my works and appreciate you taking some of your rare spare time, to read them.

Book preview

LOVE BY DESTINATION

A Monologue or a play for one actor 18+

A single spot light is shone on the actor as he speaks the part, the rest of the stage remains in darkness.

Does a tune on an old radio sing dreams of a life you strive for at seven? Does the scent of a meal you can't afford make you hate those that rip it apart, devouring it without savoring it?

What can you afford at seven? Extruded onto the streets daily. Your identity is not free; it's paid for over a lifetime of lying, running and hiding in a delusional world. A world created only to entertain others. Who are they? Are you born, just to be their prey?  Why is their game played on soft thick carpets, while you play on gravel glass and tar? Dark dreams are forged with pain and hatred at seven. Take your move, it is your game. I already know the ending.

When a balloon is lost by a child’s young hands, do they not see the tears are real the screams are deep. To lose the only thing you have, now gone. Why didn’t they tie it to me? They saw that it was mine, but my