Sean Walsh

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Published on Sunday 23rd March 2014 by Sean Walsh

A family unit in Jerusalem 2000 plus years ago… Mum, Dad, son, daughter…
Into this sunny household, a dark cloud… Cold… Misach, the son, is suddenly possessed.
The family now confused, disturbed, torn apart… Then a ray of hope: Veronica, the
daughter, gets wind of a prophet from the North who has come to Jerusalem – a man of
prayer and penance, a preacher, healer, worker of miracles… If she can only reach him,
tell him of their plight, then maybe… maybe…?
The drama enacted against the backdrop of the first Holy Thursday, Good Friday.

– Where is Misach?
– What?
– There is someone – something – in there but it not our son!

– He speaks – but not with the voice of our son.
– We speak with many voices. We are many…

– Who are you?
– We are the cold…

“Veronica makes her way through the crowds and wipes His Face with her veil…”

Script by Sean Walsh. Paperback and Kindle editions now available on Amazon.

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