Only the one… Turns out I am not a short story writer.

Red Letter, 2014

Claire has been living in Martindale for nearly five years and she and her son are really settled here among the muted heathers and dry stone walls. On Valentine’s Day she receives a card in a red envelope written in an all-too-familiar cursive. Has her past finally caught up with her?

Performances:

February 2017, The Old Wine Vaults, Faversham as part of the Hand of Doom Productions live storytelling event, Twisted Love.