Recommended by Martin Heavisides

Confession is notoriously good for the soul--but is it always wise or safe. This dark fable suggests it might be wise to approach the confession booth with a measure of prudence and caution.

On a date, two's company, four's a crowd,but what are you going to do if three of them are in one person? Accommodate the situation if you like the person you're dating enough (even if she tackles you to prevent you leaving prematurely). Talk to the two intruders. Let 'em know their work has not gone unnoticed. Perhaps next time around it'll just be the two of you. Nicely done.

A woman out for a walk shares a bench with two men, brothers with variations on the same name who complete each others' sentences but subtly compete for her attention. The threeway date (Chinese? Thai?) promised at the end sounds like a setup for the next play in a cycle, which I'd be curious to read.

What happens when a son brings a 'partner' with an ambiguous name (could be male or female) home to tea with mum and dad? Not precisely what you'd be expecting. Nice turn on generations, gender expectations and the awkwardness of bringing someone to meet the folks.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Who is the audience then? Well in this case, five of them are the actors, who can't quite bring themselves to--but the lines they're speaking, who's responsible for those? Who's scoping their psychic reactions and holding them firm in place in their seats when by ordinary theatre protocol they should be onstage? I shudder to think where the prompter's situated in case one of them forgets a line. Fascinating bit of meta-theatre.

Don't know if this has been submitted to Gi60, but it would be worth a try. A romance distilled (by indirection) into a single brief scene.

I really should have said something about this earlier. It's a play I thoroughly enjoyed when it was performed by Rachel's Zoom group some time ago, a very funny author's meltdown and anxiety dream about, heaven forbid! the chance of a major production. In which everything's bound to be changed! Against your will! I'm still thinking about borrowing one of the lines as the title for a play of my own, with due attribution of course.

Who do you believe? A Police Inspector, not unsympathetic, who's aware of a great deal of the backstory, or the brother who defended you with his life from an abusive father? What if other lives than yours are at risk? A solid and compact thriller.

A taut, condensed police procedural which a number of us heard live at a Zoom reading recently, and enjoyed enough to recommend it be expanded. The ins and outs of dealing with police hierarchy play against the urgency of a case involving a serial killer who may be tracked by the cryptic clues of a woman apparently with the brain of a damaged child.

Twinkle, a Machiavelli among dogs, enters into a battle of wills with Greg, Jenny's new love interest. Twinkle has a history of disliking Jenny's choices of gentleman companion (there is mention of a Jeremy from earlier)--it's plain he'd prefer a celibate mistress whose attention is focused on him, and full run of the house he considers his. The dislike is mutual; Greg is hoping to see Jenny give up Twinkle for him. Where will it end. Good play, yes, yes you are.