Nishla Smith silences the theatre. She appears from on high and squats quizzically, fingers gripping the top edge of Anisha Fields’s wide white set like talons. Her expression is still. Poised. Falcon-like. A stretch of her arms and she fixes her gaze once more.
Down at stage level, her movements are mirrored by Harry Egan, a multi-role-playing narrator, crouching over a cardboard box containing remnants of the emotionally deprived childhood of Billy Casper.
