Cherringham--Playing Dead (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
All The World’s a Stage 1. All The World’s a Stage Getting into the deserted theatre had been easy. The alleyway at the back couldn’t be seen from the High Street and the rubbish bins made for an easy step-up. The new dressing room windows hadn’t shut properly since they’d been installed. All he needed was a screwdriver to flip the catch and — click — the window opened easily. He eased his legs over the window-sill and jumped down. He was in. He stood perfectly still in the darkness, not breathing, just listening to the old building. Nothing. He was alone. He took out his pencil torch, flicked it on and checked his watch: 10 p.m. Rehearsals had finished at nine. Nobody would be coming back into the building at this hour. By now they were all in the Angel across the road, well into their second pints. As long as he didn’t make a noise, he could do what he had to do and be home by ten thirty. Maybe he’d even have time to pop innocently into the pub for a swift half himself… He slipped out of the dressing room into the corridor.
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