SCRIPT ‘LETTING GO’ 

Jaap Ruurd Feitsma 

 

M = Man

W = Woman

M is waiting in the park. He is surrounded by the green colours  from the trees and the grass of the park. Around him he can hear  many birds singing. In the back stands a high weaping willow.  Then, suddenly in front of him stands W. She smiles to him,  tenderly. ‘Hey,’ She says. M answers. ‘Hey’. And he smiles mildly  back at her, as if he can’t really believe the fact that she is  here. ‘I missed you,’ M says. ‘I missed you too,’ W says, still  smiling kindly. And then they hug each other.  M exhales with a  deep sigh and he says ‘so much..’ during the sigh. V smiles  softly. They release each other from their hug and they hold each  others hands instead. M is making a fairly troubled face by now.  ‘you’re coming with me, aren’t you?’ And W replies: “Off course  I’m coming with you, silly!” M seems relieved about this and says   “Thank god,” in a relieved way. “I find it really hard going there  by myself”. W nods because she understands his problem and smiles  to him. “I know. Don’t worry, baby. I’m here with you. I always  am, aren’t I? “Yes,” M says. And smiles back. “That’s true”. “It’s  time to go, baby” W says, still smiling. M sighs deep again and  looks a bit sad now. “OK,” he says. “I’m ready..” They turn around  and start to walk hand in hand to whatever it is that they are  going.

Together they walk through the green park past great trees, ponds  and fountains. The park has some soft gliding hills and past the  park is broad canal. From the otherside of it the soft hills are  well seen. It is almost like a make believe country, but the  longer they walk, the less green their surrounding gets. Then  suddenly they stop, still holding each others hands.  ‘We’re here’ Says W. She turns to him and W takes his other hand  now as well. M sighs deep now, as if he really finds himself in  trouble. ‘Yes’ he says. ‘It’s ok,’ says W. ‘Time to let go, baby’.  M is looking sad at W. ‘I know’, says M. And he smiles softly at  W. ‘It is time to let go’ says M, more to himself then to W. He  inhales with his mouth and at the same moment he closes his eyes.  When he opens them again, W has dissapeared.

He looks around but there is no one to be found. He looks down and  in his hand he holds a bouquet of flowers. He smiles briefly, as  if he found his peace with it all and then slowly turns around. He  walks toward graveyard past several toombstones with the flowers  in his hand, on his way to the stone that belongs to W.