Do you imagine yourself as a witness in a crime story?
He scoured the other pages. Why did he nick her precious word book?
She was convinced Lulu died because she lived on a diet of cheese and chocolate
In the middle of the night, guilt arrives with its haunting visage
It was the smell… the mothball stench of the clergy that got to him
Acting is best left to the professionals, especially when it's Shakespeare. Extras who blunder into scenes are a liability...