Crossings

Deirdre Kinahan

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2018
• Print ISBN: 9781848428058
• eBook ISBN: 9781788501170
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

In 1919, Badgersbridge Village Hall is Margaret's domain and the last place she expected to come face to face with Grace, who knew and loved Margaret's brother. This chance meeting results in an unlikely pairing that will change the course of both of their futures.

Fast-forward to 2019. Mirjana from the care company is waiting to meet Sean's mother to help her stay in her own home. Mirjana is from Sarajevo, but has lived in the village since escaping the war there as a teenager. The village hall has been her solace and proves an unlikely link between them.

With music, waltzing and unexpected connections, Deirdre Kinahan's play Crossings dances through a century, exploring how we return, resettle and adapt.

The play was first seen on a UK tour in 2018, in a co-production between Pentabus Theatre Company and New Perspectives.

ACT ONE

We are in a traditional English village hall. A piano sits in the corner.

The door opens and a woman, GRACE, enters, it is spring 1919. She wears a fashionable suit, and hat with a veil, which covers her face. She holds a clutch bag and carries a box parcel tied with string. She looks around the room. She is expecting someone. She sits on a chair against the wall. She waits. She is awkward. She looks out the window. She then approaches the piano. She runs her hand along the piano, opens it up and hits a note. She puts her bag on top and starts to play the hymn ‘Amazing Grace’… music first and then she sings… she has the voice of an Irishman.

Another woman, MARGARET, enters, she is unnoticed. GRACE moves effortlessly from the hymn to another tune ‘Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty’… MARGARET interrupts after a verse.

MARGARET. Miss Doherty?

GRACE hits a discordant note and stops playing. She is a little aghast. She stands.

GRACE. Yes. Yes. That’s me. I’m. I am.

I am Miss Doherty.

They both stand in silence.

I… I just arrived.

On the train.

MARGARET. Very good.

GRACE. Yes. It is. It’s very good. Very comfortable… and punctual.

MARGARET. Very punctual.

GRACE. Yes.

Slight pause.

Are you Margaret?

MARGARET. I am.

GRACE. Well… well…

She sits back down again on the stool.

I’m sorry.

She takes a handkerchief from her sleeve.

MARGARET. Are you not well?

GRACE. No. Yes. No I’m really, I am quite well. It’s just that you look like… you resemble William… you do… you really do and… well, perhaps it’s all a bit… a little… startling.

MARGARET. Startling?

GRACE. Yes.

MARGARET. You say you knew William?

In your note?

You sent a note.

GRACE. Yes, I did. And yes I knew William very well.

MARGARET. How?

GRACE. How?

MARGARET. Yes. How did you know William?

GRACE. Why we served together.

MARGARET. You served together?

GRACE. Yes.

Inniskilling Fusiliers.

MARGARET. William wasn’t in the Inniskilling Fusiliers.

GRACE. No.

Yes. I know that.

MARGARET. William was in the King’s Shropshire.

GRACE. Yes I know that.

I was in the Inniskilling…

MARGARET. Lance Sergeant.

William was a Lance Sergeant.

GRACE. Yes I know that.

MARGARET. So?

GRACE. So?

MARGARET. I’m afraid.

This appears.

You appear.

This is all a little confusing, Miss Doherty.

GRACE. Is it?

MARGARET. Yes it is.

And I am a busy woman.

I have things to do.

GRACE. Of course you do.

MARGARET. I have to open the hall.

I have to arrange… chairs.

I have to…

GRACE. I brought some letters.

Photographs.

MARGARET. I have all of William’s letters.

GRACE. And a few locks of his hair.

I promised, you see.

I promised William that I would find you.

MARGARET. You promised William…?

GRACE. That I would find you.

MARGARET. It’s hardly difficult to find me, Miss Doherty.

I was born and bred in Badgersbridge.

GRACE. As was William.

MARGARET. Yes. As was William.

GRACE. And he wanted to be buried here.

Did you know that?

Next to the railway station.

Under the old oak tree.

If anything happened.

He said that that was his spot.

MARGARET is dumbfounded. She doesn’t reply… GRACE continues.

He said that he would go missing there for hours, sketching the trains. Sketching the passengers.

He said that you used to love watching the trains too when you were little.

MARGARET. I didn’t… I don’t have time to watch trains.

GRACE. A peculiar pastime all right… but then William was…

MARGARET. William was what, Miss Doherty?

GRACE. A different sort.

MARGARET. A different sort, what do you mean by that, a different sort?!

GRACE. Well, he sketched everything, didn’t he?

I have two of his notebooks from France.

Trucks, ditches, birds.

Tinned milk, satchels… and faces… so many faces.

And William could catch a face, couldn’t he.

Couldn’t he, Margaret…?

She makes to move toward her. MARGARET flinches. GRACE hesit...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Characters
• Crossings
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information