Many years ago, during a particularly dark period of my life, I wrote a one-scene play. It was one of a number of works that I felt inspired to create. Thankfully I seem to have come out of that melancholy for good, but there will forever be a mark on my soul from that time. I like to think that what I’ve done since has been, for lack of a better term, “happier”.
So, about this play…
It’s a single scene. Involving a man and a woman. And they come to have a heated discussion involving another woman. All throughout the play you’re wondering “who are these people? What are they talking about? Does this involve an affair that he’s been caught in?”
Finally, in the last moments of the play, comes the big reveal. The object of their conversation is a woman who is about to be executed and ...






