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.
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.
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.
I don’t have anything for you, I’mafraid.
The woman nods.
The girl swings her rucksack from her back.
Unless you’re hungry.
The girl takes a bread roll from a paper bag, tears it in half and offers a piece to 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 girl nods.
My bird. Wiggy. He flew away.
A bird doesn’t like a cage.
The girls holds the cage up.
No. Look. There’s no door. Just his bed and his food. He can come and go all day.
And he go.
A cat came in last night and scared him. I don’t know where he is.
The woman thinks.
What sort of bird ?
The girl shrugs.
I don’t know. Little.
The girl passes the woman the cage. She looks at it and hands it back.
The bottom. What is that ?
The girl looks closely.
THE GIRL (delighted)
It’s a feather. One of Wiggy’s feathers.
The woman nods.
Your bird is blue ?
Yes. Is that good ?
Maybe. Did you finish your bread ?
The girl holds out the last of her roll.
The woman does the same.
She opens the paper bag and they drop their scraps into it, then she hands the girl her bundle…
…and gets to her feet.
The girl looks at the bundle in surprise.
I thought it was a baby.
THE WOMAN (laughing)
She holds a violin aloft.
A violin !
The woman points off stage.
What is this ?
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.
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.