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#dialogueforaplay Tweets 21-30

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Dr 1: Would a knife sticking into his back be… a clue to his probable death?

Dr P: Yes – is there one?

Dr 1: No.



There is a lull

DC Acey: Ummm!

Laura: Don’t you have to draw around the body now?

DC Acey: Yes – that’s a plan!



Dr. 1: Should I call an ambulance?

DC Acey: You should, yes.

Dr 1: But, will I?

DC Acey: Yes – stop being a prat!



Laura: Dr P?

DR P: Yes, Laura?

Laura: I’ve been getting these pains in my chest – would you like to take a look?



DC Acey: I’m not sure that is a good idea!

Dr P: Why not?

DC Acey: Because Laura is hiding a secret!

Laura: I am?



Dramatic Music

Laura: Yes, it’s true! I have a deep, dark secret. Nobody has realised that I am not Laura, but…



Laura: …I am… (dramatic pause) …

Dr P: Get on with it!

DC Acey: Ditto.

Dr P: Ditto? Are you an imbecile?



DC Acey: I may be – who wants to know?

Dr 1: I don’t.

Laura: Are you interested in what I am?

Dr P: Yes, my son!



Laura: (gasps) You knew?

Dr P: I have always known – ever since your birth, Laurence!

Dr 1: Florence? Son? What?



DC Acey: Yes, this is Laurence Protocol aka Laura.

Laurence: And I killed Harold in spite!

Dr 1: In spite of what?



This is a note to say that if you have got this far – well done and thank you G:) #dialogueforaplay


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Can any Twitterers / Tweeters / Twits / Twoos or the like that are into the crime / detective / murder / mystery genres just check out my #dialogueforaday posts to give me some positive / negative / neutral / neural feedback upon my words Рit may take a little effort, but I shall be so grateful of any help in this. G:) Thank You

Any future plot twists or suggestions would be gratefully received and considered and acknowledged – G:)

The Colours – a work in progress – please comment ( I will reciprocate) G;)

Black is the shadow of my night
Blue is the colour of my sadness
And as the colour of virginity is white
On my page it is the monument to my Madness
And also to my flag of surrender
Red I forgo, and thus is my danger
Yellow for my cowardice shows
Grey is the dawn and the sunset
And purple is maybe a colour for my prose
Green is the shade of my envy
Pink is… just for the girliest of girls
Orange will not rhyme for me – it rhymes with… nobody
Unless written in Mandarin’s curls.

The colours of my life are all different now.
I’ve lived a long time and they’ve changed somehow;
White and Purple,
Pink and Green,
Think about what ‘could have been!’