Wilderness

Kellie Smith

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2019
• Print ISBN: 9781848428331
• eBook ISBN: 9781788501675
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

'We can do better – can't we?'

Having both been deeply scarred by their own parents' separations, Joe and Anne never imagined they'd find themselves, years later, in the same position. Determined to place the interests of their son Alistair at the centre of their lives apart, they split with the firm objective of maintaining amicable relations at all costs.

But a sudden change in circumstance triggers a chain of events that pushes their best intentions to the limit… Before they know it, they are both teetering dangerously close to the edge of an abyss.

Kellie Smith's play Wilderness is a searing exploration of unconditional love and of the personal sacrifices it demands. It premiered at Hampstead Theatre Downstairs, London, in March 2019.

Sometimes –

Sometimes –

People just fall out of love.

There might not be any big reason why.

It just happens.

They still like each other but they don’t love each other any more.

Love is like a plant, you see. It needs watering. And if you don’t water it –

You have to look after your love, and we didn’t.

We did other things –

And then one day we realised our love was gone –

It had disappeared –

And that made us feel angry, and sad –

Because we couldn’t get it back, no matter how hard we tried.

We weren’t ‘in love’ with each other any more.

But that doesn’t mean we love you any less.

Because our love for you could never ever go away.

It’s a different sort of love.

It’s not a love that needs watering –

It’s more like a tree. A very strong tree.

A tree that can withstand any storm.

This isn’t your fault. You mustn’t think that you’ve done anything wrong.

We’ve both decided this is for the best.

We won’t argue now.

We’ll be happier now.

Things are going to be better.

Daddy won’t be living here any more, but will be here as much as possible still.

In time, this will just be normal.

Lots of children have two homes.

Lots of children have mummies and daddies that don’t live in the same place.

Daddy’s going to get you a spaceman bed at his place.

Paint planets on your wall.

You’ll have two bedrooms. That’s exciting isn’t it?

Your room’s going to be really special.

You’ll get to spend time with us both, one on one.

Everything is going to be okay.

We promise.

We love you.

We love you more than anything in the world, and that’s bigger than anything else.

That’s bigger than this.

New Year’s Eve. Town on a Saturday night. JOE is running up a road, dragging STEPH behind him. She’s amused but slightly bewildered.

STEPH. What’s going on? Joe? Joe –

JOE. Think we can get a taxi up here.

STEPH. We didn’t even say goodbye?

JOE. You know what’s it like – they’ll be all – ‘No, no, no – ’

STEPH. We’re going to miss the countdown –

JOE. We’ll do our own countdown –

STEPH. What’s his name? He was getting us a drink –

JOE. It doesn’t matter –

STEPH. This just feels a bit –

JOE. I’ll message them now – I’ll say we had a bloody great time – but you’re driving to your mum’s tomorrow –

STEPH. You’re not blaming me.

JOE. I’ll say you’ve got the shits.

STEPH. I thought we were going to dance. Joe?

We hear music from a bar – ‘I would walk five hundred miles’ –

Ohhhhh. Love this. Love this song.

She’s trying to get him to dance to it.

Come.

JOE. No –

STEPH. Come on –

She’s dancing, for a moment JOE seems distracted by the song.

JOE. I hate town.

STEPH. It’s New Year’s Eve –

JOE. Exactly

STEPH. I finally get to meet your friends –

JOE. They’re just people that I met in school, that I’m still friends with out of pure laziness –

STEPH. I liked them –

JOE. They’ll be dragging us to Reflex or some shite next –

STEPH. You said you’d lost touch – you wanted to make an effort –

JOE. I enjoyed the meal. That was enough.

STEPH. Really?

JOE. And you.

He pulls her in.

I’m so bloody proud of you. I am. Everyone proper loved you. You’re just so easy – you get on with everyone. I’d just rather be with you, Steph – than sat in some sweaty bar listening to Pritchard walk me through his garage conversion – his favorite fucking podcasts.

She’s disappointed.

I’m sorry. I just find them all a bit –

STEPH. I didn’t know you were having that bad a time.

JOE. Cheese chips, gravy – Jools Holland?

Beat.

I’ll even wear my Christmas pyjamas.

STEPH. Fine.

JOE. Thank you.

STEPH. You weirdo.

JOE. I’ve got a bag of Chilli Doritos with your name on it.

STEPH. Sounds amazing.

JOE. Do you mind?

STEPH. No.

JOE. Let’s just walk to the cobbles – Way too busy here.

They start walking –

STEPH. Oh shit.

JOE. What?

STEPH. I’ve left my cardigan.

JOE. Cardigan?

STEPH. My grey one – the pearls – I’ll just run back –

JOE. Just leave it –

STEPH. I’ll just nip in –

JOE. It’s just a cardigan, it doesn’t matter –

STEPH. It’s under the table, I can just grab it –

JOE. No –

STEPH. It won’t take me five minutes –

JOE. I’ll buy you a new one.

STEPH. Why?

JOE. Because I just want to go.

STEPH. You’re being really –

JOE. I don’t want to see them again.

STEPH. I’ll go –

JOE. No, Steph –

STEPH. Why not?

Beat.

What is it?

She eyes him.

Has something happened? What?

Beat.

JOE. Look. Just – hear me out. Fuck’s sake.

Beat.

My ex is in there.

STEPH. – Your ex?

JOE. She just walked in. I didn’t know she was out – she must have got a sitter –

STEPH. – Anne?

JOE. Yes.

STEPH. Anne is in there?

JOE. Yes.

STEPH. That’s what all this – ?

Beat.

– Did she see us?

JOE. I don’t – maybe –

STEPH. Joe?

JOE. I just didn’t want –

STEPH. Fucking hell?

JOE. A – thing –

STEPH. You just dragged me out?

JOE. She’d be straight over to us –

STEPH. Well, yeah –

JOE. You don’t know –

STEPH. It’s going to look r...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Dedication
• Wilderness
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information