When I opened the door, I saw a little girl staring up at me, sitting so close to the entrance that I almost hit her.
The short play script I’ve written takes place in present day. In a news interview, a man meets the daughter he put up for adoption, and he struggles to get to know her better.
I love accents. It seems I always have; I remember imitating the voices of my favorite animated characters and being so proud that I could sound just like them.
The darkness fades and now that he is free
his bare feet leave their indentations here
among the trees far as the eye can see.
The sun alight in brilliance, there’s no fear.