The blue bird, by Chris McHallem.

A street.

A girl, (7) enters.

She wears a rucksack and headphones.

She is carrying an empty birdcage.

She searches her phone for something and presses play.

A man sings. The girl walks.

SINGING
Where do I come from ?
Where am I going ?
Why am I here ?
Seems there’s no way of knowing.

The music stops.

The girl stops.

Sitting ahead of her is a middle aged woman, wearing a headscarf and brightly coloured clothes.

A bundle rests on her lap.

The girl stares and the woman hands her a card.

THE GIRL
(reading)
I don’t take drugs, I do not drink,
I am a refugee.
God’s blessings be upon us both
If you will please help me.

The girl pats her pockets.

THE GIRL

I don’t have anything for you, I’mafraid.

The woman nods.

THE WOMAN
Yes.

The girl swings her rucksack from her back.

THE GIRL
Unless you’re hungry.

THE WOMAN
Hungry. Yes.

The girl takes a bread roll from a paper bag, tears it in half and offers a piece to the woman.

THE GIRL
Cheese.

THE WOMAN
(taking it) Thank you.

After a couple of mouthfuls they stop and look at one another.
The woman points to the cage.

THE WOMAN
What ?

The girl nods.

THE GIRL
My bird. Wiggy. He flew away.

THE WOMAN
A bird doesn’t like a cage.
The girls holds the cage up.

THE GIRL
No. Look. There’s no door. Just his bed and his food. He can come and go all day.

THE WOMAN
And he go.

THE GIRL
A cat came in last night and scared him. I don’t know where he is.

The woman thinks.

THE WOMAN
What sort of bird ?

The girl shrugs.

THE GIRL
I don’t know. Little.

THE WOMAN
Show me.
2.
The girl passes the woman the cage. She looks at it and hands it back.

THE WOMAN
The bottom. What is that ?

The girl looks closely.

THE GIRL (delighted)
It’s a feather. One of Wiggy’s feathers.

The woman nods.

THE WOMAN
Your bird is blue ?

THE GIRL
Yes. Is that good ?

THE WOMAN
Maybe. Did you finish your bread ?
The girl holds out the last of her roll.

THE GIRL
Nearly.
The woman does the same.

THE WOMAN
Good.

She opens the paper bag and they drop their scraps into it, then she hands the girl her bundle…

THE WOMAN
Hold please.

…and gets to her feet.

The girl looks at the bundle in surprise.

THE GIRL.
I thought it was a baby.

THE WOMAN (laughing)
Not baby.
She holds a violin aloft.

3.
THE GIRL
A violin !

The woman points off stage.

THE WOMAN
What is this ?

THE GIRL
A forest.

THE WOMAN
We go.

THE GIRL
Why

THE WOMAN
We have bread. They have trees.
We will find your bluebird.

As they exit, the woman starts to pick out a tune on the  It is the one that the girl was listening to earlier.

The End.


Biography

Chris McHallem biog.
I trained as an actor and have worked with the National Theatres of the United Kingdom, Norway and Ireland.
I have written for the stage, the screen and for radio.