Performed at “Exits & Entrances,” on December 9, 2019. An old archway around the breezeblocks showed where an entrance would once have stood. Someone had spray-painted a rudimentary door in place over the gritty grey bricks. It even had a pretend handle and windows marked in white. I passed the door on my way to … More “Simmer and Steep” by Judy Darley, read by Frances Chen

Performed at “Exits & Entrances,” on December 9, 2019. After 15 minutes, she took off her shoes. They were new, leather and had a little pinch around the back of the heel. She’d been wearing them, she calculated—any thought process to distract herself—for 13 and three-quarter hours, ever since she’d left the flat that morning … More “Undiscovered” by Olivia Parker, read by Joyce Chan

Performed at “Exits & Entrances,” on December 9, 2019. When is it appropriate to cry? My husband whispered it in the funeral home bathroom as I traced a black watery line over an eyelid. I paused. I thought back to my father’s funeral, just months prior. The public breakdowns one after another, the tears, the … More “Farewell Room” by Ysabelle Cheung, read by Vesper Liu

Performed at “Exits & Entrances,” on December 9, 2019. The day I stuffed my soft-sided luggage to the bursting point, I thought not of Jack, but of Caryn.  I thought of how she might need me, how she’d grown used to me.  I remembered crazy little things, like how she looked that last summer, paddling … More “Caryn” by C.G. Thompson, read by Jamee Hawn

Performed at “Exits & Entrances,” on December 9, 2019. She was in a bind. Literally. Butcher’s twine to be exact. The string had been knotted and wound around her wrists by an expert. It wouldn’t budge. Damn. It criss-crossed into her plump flesh – she must stop pigging out. Ah her delightful dalliances with divine … More “Pig Out” by Heledd Williams, read by Christopher Price

Performed at “Exits & Entrances,” on December 9, 2019. The milk delivery came through at 5.15am. Every day, the farm boy would clank up to the fly-screen door, heavy-footed on the porch floorboards. Julie lay in bed listening. She breathed deeply and flexed her feet. That boy walks like he never learnt to crawl. A … More “A Bad Weed Never Dies” by Anna Symmonds, read by DJ Hamilton