The Familiar – Now Streaming!

Six years ago at an artistic residency, Sadie and I turned to each other during a ghost tour and said, “We should start a podcast.”

Today you can find what we created wherever you listen to podcasts.

I’ve had productions of my work, both amateur and professional, but this feels so different. For one, it’s self-produced, both in the financial and creative control sense. Since I came up to Canada for graduate school, other artists have been telling me that self-producing was the way forward. I never felt ready until Sadie and I committed to making this podcast two years ago. Before it always felt like a risk, like whatever I produced would be cobbled together, too much of a learning experience and not enough like the art I wanted to make and be known for. Taking the time to write and produce The Familiar has made it into the professional, polished piece of art that I want to represent me to the world at large.

Two women in winter gear look at their reflection in the window of a radio recording studio.

The podcast also feels different because I have to adjust to a different kind of audience reaction. Previously, everything I’ve written could be tweaked and adjusted between performances or between drafts. There was always room for improvement because it was live theatre. With the podcast, we’ve spent hours in the recording studio, hours poring over the audio for each episode, and hours getting it up and running on all the podcatchers. Not to mention all the hours I spent writing drafts and polishing each script, either developing them from scratch or adapting other stories in to the audio fiction format. I want to know how audiences react to it, how they get sucked into the story and start rooting for certain characters… but how will I react when someone has “constructive criticism” for me? I’m not sure yet, but I hope that whatever happens, it helps me grow as an artist.

So what is The Familiar?

In case you haven’t read my other post (or this one, or this one) about my podcast, here’s what you can expect:

The Familiar is an anthology audio fiction podcast series. In each story, our narrator – Leo136 – tells a tale that at first listen seems expected, yet is anything but. From science fiction to fantasy, history to horror, The Familiar reveals the unfamiliar in the everyday.

Each episode is around 20 minutes long (some shorter, some longer–it all depends on the story our narrator tells that week). New episodes drop on Mondays. The first season will be six episodes long, with two five-minute prologue teasers.

Why should you listen?

I’m a huge fan of audio drama and podcasts, so this seems like a no brainer to me. But in case you are not #indiepodcast #audiodrama obsessed, here’s why you might want to listen to this podcast:

  • It’ll help you gain new perspective on the everyday.
  • You like narrators and framing devices in fictional stories.
  • You need something to make your commute or chores more enjoyable. Or something to make exercising more interesting and engaging (New Year’s resolution anyone?)
  • You like stories about any of the following:
    • female characters portrayed as the badass, complex humans they are
    • the history of science/scientists
    • animals
    • thrillers that keep you on the edge of your seat
    • from the point of view of inanimate objects
  • One story line with many plots to keep track of? No thank you–there is an arc throughout, but the meat of each episode is a self-contained story. Made just for your ears!
  • And finally: You’ll be supporting me and my art! And more importantly, independent artists like me. As this show is an anthology series with a new story every episode, we employed a large cast of local voice actors.

So what are you waiting for?

Check out our website to find out how you can listen to our first season, share this with EVERYONE, and if you can, please consider donating to our ko-fi to make Season 2.

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Word of the Year 2020

I may have redirected my energies from this blog into other writing and living, but I still love picking one word of the year. This year it is indeed one word, too.


At the end of the year, I felt overwhelmed. By work, by volunteering at Garden@Kimbourne, by my creative projects, by being a good daughter, sister, girlfriend… all of these WONDERFUL problems to have. I feel so blessed to be in such a stable, loved place in my life. So much is sprouting from the love and energy I have–and now I have the same problem but in a different way: how to prune so that everything continues to grow and blossom, instead of stagnate.


My word could be simplicity or boundaries, but those aren’t in the spirit of what I want this year. Because I have tried this before, it seems, this cutting back and doing less. Just promising to do that doesn’t seem to last long. It always has an ending deadline for me: after this year, after this period of rest, after this project, I’ll get back to everything else. But that doesn’t solve the problem because there’s always another big time investment (or time suck) looming, ready to take up all my “free” time.

So clarity it is and it’s already a challenge. I tried to write this very blog post last weekend, but found myself speaking in vague terms all the way throughout. And if I’m still going to post here, I don’t want it to be dull or meaningless. I want it to be something different than what you’d read on Facebook or Twitter, or see on my Instagram feed (because yes I am an active participant on all three…). If I’m going to take this on, I have to have something to say, otherwise it’s yet another thing to pare down.

Clarity in 2020 for me means:

  • Not taking on more at Garden@Kimbourne than I can sustainably handle AND be clear about that to everyone I work with.
  • Same with Kimbourne Park United Church. I am a deeply involved member of that community, but that doesn’t mean that I have time to do every thing that is asked of me there either. I only want volunteer when I can do it well and be there fully, not guilty or frustrated about not spending time with my family or working on my artistic projects.
  • Doing the work that I, Darren, and Sadie all agree will be worth it for The Familiar’s first season. There are SO many news articles and twitter threads on what to do to start a new audio drama and/or podcast. There are conferences and promotional tasks, a million different apps, and burgeoning communities on every social media platform. But we can only do so much. I have to trust that it will grow as we are able to as well.

There’s more to this word and how it affects my whole life, but these especially are the ones I want to be accountable for when I look back at 2020.

Thanks for helping me stay clear and transparent with my goals, readers. Stay tuned for more updates on these projects!

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Audio Drama Casting Call – Join The Familiar Fam!

Want to try voice acting?

Want to get involved in fiction podcasting?

Want to get paid to perform an awesome role I wrote?

Familiar Casting Call 1.3-6 (1)

Today we are releasing the second and final casting call for Season 1 of the audio drama/fiction podcast that I’ve written and produced, The Familiar.

Actors need to be able to travel to Toronto for a workshop in November and a rehearsal and recording session in December 2019.

All the roles are paid (on a fee basis, we are an independent, self-produced new podcast). Auditions are due to by Friday October 11th.

Check out the roles and email or message on Twitter or Instagram (@thefamiliarpod) for the audition sides!


Male. 34 years old. Based on the actual scientist Dr. Clair Cameron Patterson. Could have Midwest accent (born in Iowa). Soft-spoken, detail-oriented, dedicated to his profession and his family.

Mrs. Patterson:

Small role. Pat’s mother. In her 60s-70s. Happy to see her adult son, but very concerned and surprised to see him to early in the morning for an unexpected visit. Born and raised in the Midwest. Based on a real person.


Male, Female, or Nonbinary. The voice of the Earth. Authoritative, but has a sense of humour. Using every tool in the box to connect with this human and save themselves from contamination. Not necessarily old, but wise.


Grumpy and cynical. A little pompous but means well. Trying to maintain control but is slowly losing their grip on the situation. Ideally male, but open to all voice submissions. A navy blue graduation balloon.


Bright, young, naive and eager to learn about the world. Wants to believe the best about everyone. Still determining what they believe. Ideally female, but open to all voice submissions. A bright pink Valentine’s balloon.


Rebellious, loud, flashy. A risk taker and leader. Act first, think second. Also young, but not naive like Polly. Could be male, female, or nonbinary. A new red balloon.

Man, Encouraging Boy, Uncertain Boy:

Three small roles of customers in a grocery store, shopping in the greeting card aisle/florist’s area. Man and Uncertain Boy are unsure, disgruntled, depressed about their chances during Valentine’s Day- and yet they are in the store making an effort to connect with a loved one. Encouraging Boy has gusto and is like his buddy’s cheerleader/wing man. Any age, gender can be changed.


Female. 30s. Workaholic who began neglecting her family once she moved away. Guilty and defensive about this, she’s trying to please and appease everyone to get back to calm status quo as she waits alone, after midnight, for a car to pick her up from the airport.


Town car/limo chauffeur. Male. Middle aged (40s) and in very good shape. Direct. Authoritative, yet always puts the passenger first. Takes his job very seriously. Considers it to be a great and important service. High moral standards.

Tally Thrasher:

Ghost of a teenage girl, age 15-17. Heavier than most other girls her age, though a lot of that is muscle. She recently took up softball–before she died, that is. A lost soul trapped on earth, she struggles to remember how she died and figure out why she’s still here, still feeling as lost and alone as she did while alive.
*This role should be played by an adult actor who can sound younger.

Rachel Brents:

Teenage girl, age 16-17. Popular and athletic, she is the queen bee of her class at school and the softball team that her mom coaches. Secretly, she feels a lot of pressure to be at the top of her game and earn her mother’s affection. She makes it look effortless to the rest of the world, but she pushes her anger and hurt out at the new star: Tally.

Mrs. Brents:

Rachel’s mom and the coach of the softball team for the local teenage girls, the one that Tally joined a few months before her death. In the late 30s, early 40s. She pushes her team to do well. Loves her daughter and cares for all the young women she coaches.

Good Samaritan

Man, woman, or non-binary individual who interrupts the end of Episode 6’s narration and insists on speaking to our narrator, Leo. This person is direct and insists on being heard. They have been to visit Leo’s apartment more than once before this. Cares vehemently about Leo.
*This role will be small in season 1, but has the potential to grow in future seasons.

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Year in Review: 29 Couldn’t Wait

My 28th year has been finished for a while, but 29 couldn’t wait to begin.

I haven’t had a moment to pause and take stock until now, a whole month later.

So what happened? Some fun, fulfilling things:

  • Embraced urban cycling again with a new bike. Blog, meet Robin.
  • Made some pretty neat stuff in my second year as a knitter. And learned how to crochet.
  • Got my first record and record player, in that order oddly enough.
  • Saw Matt Nathanson (for the third time), Tilian, William Ryan Key, and Lights live in concert, plus Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with live accompaniment from the Toronto Symphony Orchestra.
  • Re-embraced my love for musicals and big Broadway-esque theatre with The Lion King, Book of Mormon, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Ain’t Too Proud, School of Rock, The Play That Goes Wrong, Dear Evan Hansen, and Waitress.
  • FINALLY saw a show at Crow’s Theatre (East End represent!) – which was an all-female cast, written by a woman, and directed by a woman: The Wolves.
  • Volunteered on the search committee to find a new minister for Kimbourne Park United Church. Welcome Daniel!
  • Went on a beach vacation for the first time since BEFORE my senior year at Rice.
  • Wrote 31 (short) plays in 31 days in October 2018. Check out posts like this to read a bit of what I wrote.
  • Celebrated 2 whole years of purple. Darren has never actually seen me with my natural color 😛
  • Played two seasons of beach volleyball.
  • Spent so much time growing food and community in Garden@Kimbourne.
  • Visited Atlantic Canada for the first time with a work trip to Antigonish, Nova Scotia and PEI.
  • Sang back-up vocals on Sam Marranca’s new album Highland Memories. You can hear me on “Burton’s General Store,” “Song for a Farm Boy,” and “Little White Crosses.”
  • Dressed up for Halloween with one of the most epic costumes I’ve ever put together. We are Groot!

And then the big stuff:

  • Moved from sales into marketing at Nelson, where I get to use my creative spirit to promote all of the amazing lists I used to sell to educators across the entire country. I might still be in the honeymoon period but so far I LOVE it.
  • Recorded the first two teasers and first two entire episodes of my upcoming fiction podcast, The Familiar–premiering in January 2020!
  • Celebrated a one year anniversary with my boyfriend.
  • I lived on my own for the first time #maggiesgrotto
  • … and then days before the end of my 28th year, I signed the lease for my first place with Darren. Another big first for the beginning of the ultimate year of my twenties.

So now that I’m *almost* recovered from my first month as a 29 year-old, it’s time to get started on my goals for this year.

  1. I will apply to 30 things. Playwriting and creative things, I mean, like contests, festivals, grants, residencies, etc. Big or small, it doesn’t matter as long as I’m working to get my work out there.
  2. I will run a 5k. My co-workers are already trying to convince me to up this to a 10k which they say is downhill. My goal is just to complete one and have fun, not to try and meet a certain time or use it to train for more and more races.

I could think up way more, try to stuff as much as I can into this last year in my twenties. But I’m happy with the lists above, both the small one that I’ve planned for what’s to come and the long, varied list of what happened last year. They represent a full, well-rounded life. If that’s what’s coming in my thirties, then I’m not worried. Bring it on!

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Audition Notice for The Familiar

The Familiar audition notice 1

I posted this copiously on social media, both mine and the show’s @thefamiliar, but in case you didn’t see it there…

We are casting for the first four episodes of The Familiar!

The Familiar is an anthology audio fiction. Each episode our narrator Leo tells a tale that might feel like expected, but contains a slight twist or surprise. From science fiction, fantasy, history, and horror, The Familiar reveals the unfamiliar in the everyday.

We are casting the following roles:


Identifies as female or non-binary. Sounds female but not with a super femme voice. More of an alto than a soprano. Age is difficult to place in the recordings, as she may be young and sound old. Or old and sounds young. Either way, her voice is uniquely her’s. Sounds more confident as the season progresses and whenever she speaks about the things she loves: travel, stories, and books. When other topics come up, she recedes and reveals a shy side of her personality. There are secrets lying beneath her friendly, welcoming voice which will be revealed as the series progresses.

**Leo is the main narrator for the series and will introduce and then wrap up every episode. Must be available and excited to build an arc for this narrator throughout the series.


Woman in her 20’s. Sounds young, but smart. Rational in her irrationality. Terrified and whispering at first, but that hides an amazing strength underneath. A true warrior in disguise. Preferably has stage fighting experience or voice acting for action sequences.


Man in his 20s. Sounds older than Olivia and more sure in his statements. Exhausted to the point of feeling belabored, like anyone who interrupts him is acting childish. Impatient. Underneath though he is purposefully ignorant. Must have a great snore and blood-curdling lady scream.


Scrappy, skinny raccoon. No clearly defined gender. Unsure about anything outside their home environment, but very strict and disciplined on everything inside their domain. Isolated and not used to interacting with other raccoons.

*Must be available for multiple episode arc across the series.


Affable, chubby raccoon. No clearly defined gender. For a heavier set raccoon who loves food, they are not slow. Has a keen sense of smell that leads them all over the place, often getting them lost from the rest of the raccoon pack. Loyal and very friendly. They are no stranger to being left out and go out of their way to reach out to others.

*Must be available for multiple episode arc across the series.

For the audition sides, please email Audition recordings are due by March 31st.

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Follow @thefamiliarpod

For years Sadie and I have been working on a podcast. It began as a silly back-and-forth at a residency we attended in 2015. Other projects have come and gone. We have put it off.

Until this year. This year we are finally taking the ideas and turning them into scripts, into casting calls. Soon we’ll have workshops and a launch. We’ll have content to share with the world.

It’s not exactly what we imagined when the idea first struck us on a ghost tour of Indianapolis. It’s what and who we have grown up into in the past few years. It’s what we have learned from listening to our favorite podcasts: Wooden Overcoats, The Bright Sessions, Wolf359, The Message, Girl in Space Podcast, Alba Salix … the list goes on.

It is also different than all of those.

We don’t have a website yet but one of the biggest motivators to get this thing made it sharing it with others. It helps me say no to other projects so I will say it here again: we are making a podcast. Listen for it. It’s going to be epic and not what you’d expect. I promise–it’s the whole point.

To start, you could follow our twitter account @thefamiliarpod.

There’s nothing there now… but there will be before 2019 is out.

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One Word 2019

My word this year is…


Last year was all about energy. Mainly conserving it. I even needed input from my friends across social media to come up with my word for 2018 because I was so spent.

Now that my physical and mental health is looking up (haven’t been sick in two months, *knock on wood*), I’m ready to refocus and move forward into 2019.

Though the global situation looks bleak, I am lucky to have had 2018 to refocus and reground myself.  I now live in a more stable home environment, one without any negative energy. It’s a place where my family and friends want to come to spend time with me. I call it “Maggie’s Grotto.” And though I bought the mug picture below in July, I saved using it until this day in September, my first in my grotto.

Woman with long purple hair holds up mug with "Pause" written on it.

Connect means putting thought and intention into action.

There are so many goals I have had over the past few years. They have felt out of reach or I just kept making excuses (not ready, not stable, don’t have enough money). Many of them no longer feel valid, so it’s time to set clear goals and timelines.

This means you should see more updates like #31days31plays from me. And a podcast announcement before the end of 2019.

It’s also a year for connecting and re-connecting with friends and family.

I had to step away from so much last year, both my theatre/arts friends and from community members. I didn’t have the energy to do much else besides work and healing. I didn’t know what to say, how to be genuinely present with friends and acquaintances who didn’t know me and my current challenges. I backed away because I had to then, but I don’t want to feel so isolated.

So I will be sending more letters. Making more phone calls. And spending more time investing in the relationships that give me light and love. It’s an intentional reconnection.

I don’t want to go back to the spinning, pre-2018 me. There are great parts about her: her drive, her discipline, her goals, her wide, diverse community in Toronto and globally. I will take those with me and leave the rest of that girl behind.

This year, I even have a theme song for this word: “Back Together” by Matt Nathanson

(which you can listen to here:

It’s all about not being ashamed of your scars and after doing all the work to feel better, leaving that part of the process behind. Or at least, that’s what I am taking from his lyrics.

It helps that I have tickets to see him live again in 2019. For the third time…

Here’s to a happy, healthy 2019 filled with many beautiful connections!

Girl with green hat and purple hair stands in front of angel wings.

Photo credit: Darren Marranca

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A Pickle for Christmas

Do you have a pickle on your Christmas tree?

It has always been a staple on my family’s tree. Supposedly it’s a symbol of good luck, a German tradition of some sort. I never knew the reason for the pickle growing up; I just knew that whoever found it first on Christmas morning got an extra gift. In my house, this meant one gift for my sister and I to share (my parents were smart enough not to turn that into a real competition).

As we got older, the search for the pickle grew with us. We started searching for it on the tree. Then that got too easy so it was hidden within the family room. Then the whole first floor of our house. Then the WHOLE house.

My favorite years were the ones when my mom hid a whole set of clues around the house that eventually led us to the actual pickle.

Looking back, I can’t remember many of the specific gifts we got. What I remember is how the quest for the pickle made Christmas magical for that much longer each year.


This year was the first year I didn’t return to my Tennessee roots and extended family.

I thought that I would miss out on my favorite traditions and that the holiday might not feel as magical as it has in the past. It was different, but I did find ways to spread the tradition of the pickle with my Canadian families.

First, I shared the legend of the Christmas pickle with my work family at Nelson.

For the second year, I produced the company talent show. For the first time, I stepped onto the stage to show off my talents as a story-teller. Everyone knows that I write plays at Nelson, but I have mostly kept that part of myself separate from my work life. This year I have found more allies and true friends in my co-workers when I open up and share my other career goals.

So I researched the origin of the Christmas pickle and told the tale of what the pickle means to me. As it turns out, no one really knows where it comes from–Spain, Germany, France, Woolworth’s Department Store in a marketing ploy.

There might be a play in that…

Afterwards everyone came up to me to tell their own pickle stories and to exclaim about what a great tradition it is.

Second, I brought the pickle–and a gift–to my first truly Canadian Christmas celebration.

I didn’t tell anyone about it until we had opened all the other presents and were getting ready for a Christmas Day nap. Suddenly, the whole family was up crawling and peering around the room to find the pickle. My mom was SO proud of me for carrying on our family’s traditions.

This year’s Christmas was different than others. It involved more parties, fewer puppies (sadly), even more games, and viewings of Gremlins, Die Hard, and Home Alone instead of Elf. But it was still completely magical.

I may forever be known now as the pickle girl, but I think I might be okay with that.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year- I’ll be posting my One Word 2019 very soon.

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#31days31plays Last Week

It was harder to pick just one from the last week (and a bit) of #31days31plays. Here’s the final “play” I wrote:

Park. BOY and GIRL sit on a bench.

BOY: It’s the last day.

No response.

BOY: How do you feel?

GIRL shrugs.

BOY: Come on.
Say something.

GIRL: Uh uh.

BOY: We can’t just wait in silence.

GIRL: Uh huh.


BOY: I can’t. I don’t know how you– aren’t you? What are you going to miss?

GIRL shrugs again and turns away.

BOY: Nothing? You don’t know?
I do. I will miss speaking. Out loud. With the breath moving my chest up and down. My lungs expand. They contract. In and out–everything moves! All the time. And not just around me. I am part of it.

GIRL: I know.

BOY: You do? Really? Because you’re just sitting there, hugging your arms to your body. You don’t talk, you won’t look at me. Pretending it’s already over–

GIRL: Please don’t.

BOY: It’s like you’d rather be… stone.

GIRL: Not true.

BOY: Just sitting right where you will in a few hours.


BOY: You have a plan?


BOY: Then what?


BOY: I won’t let you do this. It hurts me, too.

BOY grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around to face him. Tears fall down her cheeks. He looks down at her fists. They are clenched so hard that blood drips out.

GIRL: I’m not stone. I feel it all.

BOY: What are you doing?

GIRL: Trying to hold it in.

BOY: You’re hurting yourself.

GIRL: It’s too much.

BOY: No, no, please.

GIRL: I can’t–we don’t have time–

GIRL gasps.

GIRL: Oh no.

They look down–her feet have turned to stone.

BOY: No, it can’t be.

GIRL: It’s starting.

BOY: It’s not supposed to–

GIRL: It is.

BOY: No, no, no.

He joins her on the bench.

BOY: It can’t be. The spell said until–

GIRL: All Hallow’s Eve.

BOY: But it’s not yet!

GIRL: Not here. But somewhere.

BOY: They tricked us. They trapped us. They cheated us in the end. It’s not fair!

BOY tries to lift an arm for emphasis, but it is already frozen as stone.

GIRL: No it isn’t.

BOY: How much longer do we have?

GIRL shakes her head.

GIRL: It’s not up to me.

BOY: But–

GIRL: We got a taste.

BOY: Too short.

GIRL: Too long.

BOY: Don’t say that.

GIRL: We were happy before.

BOY: We were nothing.

GIRL: It was fake. Before. What we were–just a moment. Now we know what happens before.

BOY: No. We are more than that.

GIRL: I don’t know.

BOY: You bleed!

GIRL: For now. I can already feel it quickening in my veins. Turning back to grit and gluing together.

BOY cries.

GIRL: Hey.

BOY: What?

GIRL: Is it sticking in you, too?

BOY: Uh huh.

BOY sniffles.

BOY: No tears left. They dried up.
And my breath is going. My lungs- ah!

GIRL: Were we this close before?

BOY: I… don’t… know. Can you feel that?

GIRL: Mmhm. It’s… okay.

BOY: No….

GIRL: We’re going… together.

BOY: Yes…

GIRL: Wait! Please–

BOY: Wha…

GIRL: Kiss me…

BOY takes all his remaining effort and learns forward. They kiss. GIRL sighs her last and relaxes. They freeze into place: caught in the kiss.

A couple walks into the park. As they walk past–

WOMAN: Hey. Look at the lovers.

MAN: Huh?

WOMAN: The lovers. There’s something different.

MAN: Really?

WOMAN: They’re closer than there were before. Look, see?

MAN shrugs. They walk out of the park.

I did it!

That is *technically* the end of #31days31plays. But it was so much fun that I can promise a couple of things:

  • This was only the first challenge.
  • I will post more snippets of work in progress. Because why not?

If you had a favorite play, please write me at or reply in the comments.

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#31days31plays Week 3

I didn’t think that these short plays would capture anything but my silliest thoughts.

This play from Thursday morning October 18th does capture something more.

OLIVIA, young woman, kneels before a wishing well.

OLIVIA: Please help me. Please, please. I want him to feel what I feel. What he has done to me… I need this. Please, please, please.

She drops a coin into the well. It plops into the water and echoes. OLIVIA bows her head and murmurs further prayers. She nods and stands up, as if to leave.

FAIRY (VO): Is that your true wish?

OLIVIA jerks back around. She sees no one at the well.

FAIRY (VO): I’m here only to fulfill true wishes, the ones at the core of one’s very heart and soul.

OLIVIA watches as mist spouts from the wishing well in wisps, then a fount. A small winged creature, FAIRY, leaps out and alights on the well’s stony edge.

OLIVIA: You… did hear my wish.

FAIRY: I did.

OLIVIA: And you are going to grant it? Really?

FAIRY: If I heard it correctly.

OLIVIA: I want him to feel what I feel.

FAIRY: He? Who is he?

OLIVIA: My abuser.

FAIRY: His name?

OLIVIA: I’d rather not…

FAIRY: Hmmmm.

OLIVIA: Does that mean you can’t do it?

FAIRY: Oh I can do it.

FAIRY shudders.

FAIRY: I have to do it. But I’m nervous about letting the magic flow like this. For so wide and vague a command

OLIVIA: I can describe him. Or show you a picture… just wait one minute!

OLIVIA pulls out her phone and begins to scroll through pictures and contacts. FAIRY squirms and tries to fight off the rising magic. But she cannot. She shudders and sneezes–the magic radiating out from her into OLIVIA.

OLIVIA: Bless you.

FAIRY: Oh no.

OLIVIA: Oh no what?

FAIRY: Too late. I couldn’t hold it back.


FAIRY: The magic. When the wish is so clear, it’s difficult to delay. Gosh darned it.

OLIVIA: So… it worked?

FAIRY: Of course.

OLIVIA: It worked. My wish… whoa! Thank you!

FAIRY: Wait!

OLIVIA does not heed or hear her. She races away. FAIRY gulps and leaps back into the wishing well.

This play is not complete. I cannot wait to go back and add to it!

Come back next week for the last official update and the last few days of #31days31plays 2018.

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