OLD MYSELF, NOW
A monologue on grief. An older woman reminisces to a friend about her deceased mother.
"People say time flies, and it does. Like a seagull speeding its way from the shore to the ocean."
Saturday, April 7, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Monday, January 15, 2018
Thursday, January 4, 2018
Just wrote this short play for a competition for Celtic-themed scripts...
SYNOPSIS: A leprechaun and a young woman meet by accident and argue about prejudice.