Being Frank with Ashley-Lee
SCENE ONE It is a sunny day in Victoria Park, East Belfast. FRANK sits on a bench with ASHLEY-LEE sitting beside him. He is a fidgety man in his mid … Continue reading
Small Proofs the Earth is Flat
It is impossible to consider the internal processes of Chris Copeland without a knowledge of the events that came to define his early life. When he was just six years … Continue reading
Nightlight
“Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?” – J.M. Barrie CHARACTERS AISLING – A insomniac struggling with the long lonely nights. ANGIE – A poet with fierce … Continue reading
Scorched Thumbs
In a busy kitchen, in a fine fish restaurant, on the tip of the Causeway coast, a young chef in training was perfecting a creamy lemon and tarragon sauce. Fionn … Continue reading
Open Justice
The gallery of a courtroom in Belfast. Conversation will be ‘hushed’. On the front row sits CAOILEANN dressed in black and wearing a veil. Two rows behind sits … Continue reading
Blood Soaked Bread
I had some errands to run that day. The bakery felt abrasive and hostile, despite the warm smell of bread wafting in my nostrils. A sense of dread, was building … Continue reading
Love Does not Lie in Words
SCENE ONE – ANGER The stage is sparse. On centre stage there is a double bed; on stage left is a dresser with a chair and behind the bed is … Continue reading
The Apple Tree
Having come to the conclusion that standing in the shade was much cooler and altogether more pleasant, George had taken shelter under the apple tree that stood strong and proud … Continue reading
Fractured Identity
I’m a man about to crumble. A man unable to stagger forward. A man who thrives on others’ reassurances. The aroma of failure constantly invades my nostrils, makes me sick … Continue reading
Pick a Direction
“Come in Sally, welcome. Sally Francis, I don’t believe that we’ve been formally introduced but I’ve been hearing your name a lot recently and I’m sure your well aware of … Continue reading
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