A cast of characters is being assembled,
must come together.
Two women, related, but of different generations,
each an expectant first-time mother;
two sons, who will be born just months apart,
destined to die – most violent deaths –
not too much more divided.
One gets a sense of urgency –
the energy of their rehearsals
the buzz of trying out –
if I stand here,
or take this prop –
the editing, honing the script,
the scene is set.
The time has almost come
to dim the lights,
take in the deep collective hush
and step onto the stage…
‘Past, present, and future woven together by a true master.’