The Watchers

The time is the immediate future. Performing arts are now restricted and carefully monitored by the State.
We are in a darkened, boarded up theater.
Only a ghost light illuminates the stage…

A stage door, slightly ajar, stands idly upstage left.
A variety of stage cubes and blocks are piled and scattered on the stage floor.
A woman in pants and a pale blue blouse sits stiffly on a stage cube center. Her hands and legs are tied, and a bucket is upside down over her head and face.
Pacing in front of her is a uniformed female officer, tensely gripping a riding crop in her gloved hands.

The prisoner is flanked by two subordinate uniformed troopers, their faces covered in black masks that reveal only their eyes and mouths. The play begins with a harrowing interrogation.