Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

The Ghost

Posted on | January 29, 2010 | No Comments

Neil: If you’re there, tap twice.
Pause
FX: Tap tap

Neil:
See?
Sasha:
Did you hear?
Emily:
That’s weird. Was that you?
Sasha:
No.
Emily:
Ask it again, while I’m watching Sasha.
Sasha:
It wasn’t me!
Neil:
If you’re a ghost, tap twice.
Pause

Emily:
Maybe it’s annoyed.
Sasha:
Tap two times if you like us asking questions.
Pause

Neil:
If you like Jazz, tap once.
Sasha:
If you don’t, tap twice
FX: Tap

Neil:
Oh yes.
Sasha:
It likes Jazz.
(Enter customer)
Neil: If you are a man, tap twice.
Walter: (To customer) Sorry, we seem to have a ghost, in case you were wondering.
Customer: Ah, right.
(Exit customer)
Walter: Thanks, bye.
Neil: (To ghost) Sorry, we were interrupted by a customer. If you are a man, tap twice.

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  • "In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money."
    George Orwell

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