'I don't think we'll get to Mars ... not really ... not normal
people. Scientists might ... it'll end up a scientific outpost like
Antarctica ... but it won't be for people like you and me.'
Maggie has found a warm patch of ground on Horsell
Common. She believes something is buried in the dirt. This
is the site of the Martian invasion in HG Wells' The War of
the Worlds and she sneaks out of the house in the dead of
night and dances on the warm spot. Here she meets Behrooz,
an amateur astronomer who spends his nights mapping the
surface of Mars.
A stunning new play about fantasy and sexuality, and about
the blurry and indistinct lines between reality and desire.
'The writing has energy and breadth, and Morton-Smith
juggles ideas and emotions as he places political and personal
narratives side by side.'
Guardian on Salt Meets Wound
'The dialogue crackles with vicious insight and humour.'
Time Out on Salt Meets Wound
