 
I'm not sure what this building is - a synagogue without the Star of David, perhaps? A church or Masonic temple? For the sake of my story I imagined it as a decommisioned whatever-it-is, and being put to use as a rehearsal hall for actors.I spent many years watching my first husband on stage and those memories linger!
So, with apologies to Roger Bultot, who took the photo, and to anyone else who thinks I ought to know, here's my story.
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  REHEARSALS
The alien clung to the beam, watching as the creatures made the same moves and said the same words repeatedly, while others scuttled round changing the colours on canvas walls. Hunger gnawed but there were always too many of them. It waited patiently.
The next day one plump specimen was on stage alone and the alien saw its chance, but when it dropped beside it the creature whipped out a sword, cried, “Have have at ye, ye varmint!” and pinned the alien to the stage. After a dramatic pause a shaky voice called from the darkness, “Darling, you were wonderful!”....................................................................................
  
 
    
    
    
        Published on November 15, 2019 08:39