Don't
Open
the Door

An old woman comes back to consciousness on the sofa in her living room. Leaning over her is a stranger. She can’t quite remember what happened. Did she fall down the stairs, or was she pushed?

I have to go. I called an ambulance.
Are you ill?
Not for me. For you.
I don’t want an ambulance. Call them back.
I think you need one.
You’ve moved my ornaments around.
No I haven’t. You think we all robbers.
Who will they believe? You or me?
Bitch. He phones: We don’t need an ambulance. She’s okay.
What are you doing?
What do you think? I’m going.
Stay, just for a while.

Don’t Open the Door won the Windsor Fringe Festival First Prize judged by Fay Weldon. She wrote: `A really assured piece of writing, shrewdly written with real understanding and humour. All our preoccupations are taken out and looked at, while we long to know what happens next.’

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richard@thehistoryoflondon.com

The performance will last approximately one hour