The Woman in Black
Nov. 5th, 2017 04:07 pmPlanning to come up and see a play this weekend, I asked the daughter if she'd like to meet up in London and we'd go to see something on the Friday night, stay over and then we might, perhaps, go shopping Saturday morning. The daughter thought it a great idea - especially my offer to take her shopping (she may have slightly misinterpreted my words!).
I left the choice of play to her, and she suggested The Woman in Black, which she'd seen on a school trip about ten years ago. It's probably not something I would have chosen, but it was a good suggestion. I enjoyed the play, the two actors (Terence Wilton and James Byng) were good and the idea of having one actor play a number of parts worked well - I only got confused once, and was quickly put right by the use of the character's name.
It's a spooky play. I jumped at one point, but otherwise was prepared for the horror parts - nothing graphic - like all good horror it's as much in the mind as anywhere else. There was a party of schoolgirls in (probably the same age as when the daughter first saw the play) who duly screamed at certain moments. Which was fine, because it was in reaction to the play.
And like any good play, I was left with a sense of horror for what it foretold would be happening next.
And since
drabble_zone 's prompt was "Jump" I've written a drabble (there are spoilers) The Audience
Also the daughter put my hair in a French plait:

I left the choice of play to her, and she suggested The Woman in Black, which she'd seen on a school trip about ten years ago. It's probably not something I would have chosen, but it was a good suggestion. I enjoyed the play, the two actors (Terence Wilton and James Byng) were good and the idea of having one actor play a number of parts worked well - I only got confused once, and was quickly put right by the use of the character's name.
It's a spooky play. I jumped at one point, but otherwise was prepared for the horror parts - nothing graphic - like all good horror it's as much in the mind as anywhere else. There was a party of schoolgirls in (probably the same age as when the daughter first saw the play) who duly screamed at certain moments. Which was fine, because it was in reaction to the play.
And like any good play, I was left with a sense of horror for what it foretold would be happening next.
And since
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Also the daughter put my hair in a French plait:
