THE SMALL THINGS
by Enda Walsh
” My insides are still now and wait. … life and death paused then and wait for my choice. “
Two houses, each perched on a mountain top, stare at each others across a deep valley. A man and a woman talk about the small things – parquet floor zigzagging down corridors, the memory of mother’s breasts, brown sugar and soggy chips. But these minutiae disguise a bigger story of brutality and unfaltering loyalty which emerges horrifically through the chit chat.
From the author of “Disco Pigs” and “Bedbound”, this is a startling Beckettian fable.
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