Sally Poppy was found guilty of the murder of Alice Wax, the daughter
START: SALLY. What you doing!
ELIZABETH. It’s time. Not having that mob see you with a dirty face.
She looks up, out the window.
Oh. Sally, look. SALLY. What?
END: ELIZABETH. Let your eyes adjust, you been all day in a dark room. It’s there, below the cloud that looks like a broom, see?
SALLY. What cloud? Where?!
ELIZABETH affects a brightness in her voice.
ELIZABETH. There! In the highest part of the sky. A smudge, fouling the blue.
SALLY cranes to see.
SALLY. Where? I honestly cannot…
ELIZABETH begins to move the laces over SALLY’s head.
Lucy Kirkwood. The Welkin. NHB Modern Plays (electronic edition), 2020.
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