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THE SWEETEST THING

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Sarah is a young woman struggling to escape the bonds of family; her mother, her two sisters and her (recently deceased) father. Contrary by nature, she has fallen in love and lust with a charismatic drifter.

With a framework of reference that moves from chaos theory to family, to art and on to the fundamentals of passion and death, 'Sweet Thing' uses a fluid timeframe to explore the cross-generational random connections that are the unexpected turning points of a life. It's tender, funny, sharp and sexy.

"More than a touch of chaos as love and conflict collide." - Sydney Morning Herald

"The Sweetest Thing is at times poetic and achingly poignant." - The Daily Telegraph

Shortlisted for the 2006 London Warehouse Theatre's International Play Writing Festival

Form/Style: time-fluid naturalistic drama
Length in minutes: 90
Cast: 7 total
Roles: 4 female identifying, 3 male identifying
Themes: adolescence
Cast age groups: 16 to 18, 18+
Audience age: young adult, adult
Publisher: Australian Script Centre

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Elizabeth

Female | 50s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 16

EXTRACT: I don't know why the young assume, Frank, that their elders should sleep. I don't know why they should assume, either, that we might be shocked by their passion. Do you think, Frank, that they think - that she, thinks, Sarah - thinks - that she's the first young woman to be obliterated by her passion for a particular man? (beat) Well./ Stars. Such a far, cold light.

Sarah

Female | 40s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 72

EXTRACT: He knew Mum was close to the end, so he didn't ask any questions, but he wouldn't have anyway. I kissed him - on the cheek - his mouth smelled of vomit - and I said 'Bye, Jim.' And he said. 'Send me a photo.' And he didn't mean Mum./ So when you were born, I sent him the photo, with the date and time and place of your birth, of me and you, with your brown eyes and your rosy skin./He'll have kept it. Even as a baby you looked like him.