Flower. Fruit. Seed.

A solo show of rotating tales about women and apples — inheritance, revenge, nourishing grief, and the dangerous wildness of wanting. One storyteller. No script, no set — just voice, memory, and a journey shaped in the moment. Rooted in the oral tradition with a theatrical edge and drawn from folklore, fantasy, and the San Diego frontier, every path through the orchard is different: the audience draws from a custom tarot deck to choose the night's stories. Or do the stories choose us? Pairs well with ambition, unacknowledged appetites, pie.