Friday, 24 October 2008


An apparition has appeared in the old theatre and what is more it talks.
The ghost of a small boy who claims to be called Lucas and is no more than 12 and a half sits on the stage, bathed in a strange light that has no apparent source. Behind him stands a menacing spectre that reminds me of Moriarty.

Poor Lucas has lost his cuddly toy, a bear, blue with gold buttons, which he calls SPud. He does not seem to know where he lost Spud but many of the residents here are now looking for him.

Something inside me tells me that I may not want to be here when Spud is found.

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