Deirdre Price

Christopher’s got no prospects and wishes that the future might open up like a cracked rib, that the past might just be water under the town, I mean, bridge, I mean, I don’t know what made me say that, wait, what I mean is that Christopher is asleep on their bench where they live, please speak quietly so we don’t wake them (they don’t get a good night’s sleep very often anymore) and for the love of god make sure you’ve turned off your cell phone. Okay good. This is a play about birds, about floods, about the world and how little we know about it, about the things that unsettle us, and it’s sort of about love and a little bit about etymology but mostly it’s a play about how sometimes you may think it’s not very likely that there is a beautiful, ancient woman living inside the mountain, but it is very likely. It’s actually happening. It’s happening right now. She’s here and she’s coming up behind you. Do you hear that? Wait—didn’t the world end just now, just a minute ago? So what are we all doing here?

Fourteen year old girl is fourteen and also, probably, gay. Her aunt who pretty much raised her is always stressed and also, definitely, gay. Best friend is not actually a very good friend. New girl across the street kind of looks like a boy but doesn’t seem to mind, in fact she might be doing it on purpose? Mom is M.I.A. and appearing in dreams, birthdays come and go faster than we think, and did you know that no human can run faster than a bear? Childhood is over and Honey’s life is changing, and she can’t decide whether or not she’s okay with it.

A play for two.