The blueberries

They’ve moved the blueberries
in the Sainsburys by Vauxhall station.
I use it once a month when I’m in London
because I can walk in and find the blueberries
without thinking ‘where are the blueberries?’
but not today
because they’ve moved the blueberries
so I’ve got to think ‘where are the blueberries?’
but I don’t have time
so I ask someone who works in Sainsburys
‘Excuse me, where are the blueberries?’
and he says, ‘who knows?’ with a smile
that makes me wish he was a blueberry
so I could buy him and take him with me
on my rushed journey to the office
and learn every little detail about his life.

Carl Burkitt 2025

A Short Play About Patricia and Rahul

[PATRICIA and RAHUL are alone, just the two of them on the sofa. The room is warm, dimly lit and the air is comfortably silent. They may as well be the only two people left on Earth.]

[Patricia is asleep and Rahul has his arm around her shoulder as her head rests on his chest.]

[Patricia farts herself awake.]

PATRICIA: That wasn’t me.

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025

A Short Play About Edith and Harold

[EDITH takes 27 minutes to open her front door.]

[HAROLD is standing outside: a smile on his face, a tweed jacket on his back, a brown flat cap on his head, beige linen trousers on his legs and something in his hands.]

EDITH: Are they Hob Nobs?

HAROLD: Milk chocolate ones, yeah.

EDITH: Take your pants off.

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025