Pigeons
by Lawrence Osgood

It is a bright afternoon fall in the present and the atmosphere of the interior of a vacant lot is not in the least forlorn.

On the contrary, it is bright, haphazar and open - and in New York.

A crisp theatre piece that goes far to bring three women of various backgrounds together, who may or may not know each other.

The two sing and the other circles them, all three trilling like pigeons.