Today we went to the Harpers Titchy Theatreup at the village hall. We went to listen to short plays written by about 17 people (including my partner and myself). The stories were varied and ranged from subjects about flying a plane to Lancashire in 1963. The name was chosen for a gentleman who passed away last year.
The idea was to write on about two pages of a4 paper. A play or poem to be read by up to 3 or 4 people.
My stories were about monsters and overhearing a conversation. My partners was about childhood memories.
I don’t have the originals because they were hand written and had to be typed up. When I get them back I will copy them to this site.