Twenty - The Burial - A Play for Radio

Exterior shot. Funeral procession walking down road. The camera focuses on feet walking in slow motion. The shoes are all black, the ground is dusty and clouds of dirt rise as they walk. The shot is overlaid briefly with the sight and sound of static. Colour seems drained from the scene, it is mostly made up of shades of black, white, and grey with occasional tinges of blue…

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Darran Jordan
Nineteen - Ape Man in the House of Usher

He skidded to a halt before the waterfront to see hundreds of planes buzzing above like some angry hive of insects, the droning noise of their engines a fierce hum in the air that accompanied the brutal explosions erupting from the bombs they dropped upon the vessels beneath them. Battleships and aircraft carriers rolled in the red waves, their decks breaking apart with fire, their hulls cracking like eggshells as the crews aboard raced back and forth, looking for a way to defend themselves, looking for a way to escape, looking in vain. There were bodies in the water, a raging sea already red with blood…

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Darran Jordan
Seventeen - The Tourists of Kelly Country

It was a question she’d repeated a number of times during their rambling peregrination, from the wide halls of the National Gallery where they’d looked at the coloured canvases of Sidney Nolan, his bushranger icon recognisable as an empty black letterbox, to the whispered aisles of the State Library, where the bush forge beaten and bullet cratered armour floated suspended in a case of glass…

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Darran Jordan