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.'

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