Recommended by David Patton

Such a sweet tale...apparently.
Paul's title belies the facts as we discover that this was no chance meeting, nor was the conclusion.
As they say, hell hath no fury, especially in a world weary woman with nothing left but revenge...deliciously macabre!

I'm a huge fan of Alan Bennett and this could easily be a snatch of conversation between three of hi s characters. More please Paul, we deserve to know where their hearts or libido leads these three ageing groupies...or gropers!

you know, I wanna slap this guy stupid. cause stupid is what he is! I love that this girl finally gets her guy, just a shame this guy didn't see the real her until she disguised it so much. Ah well, who ever said men were smart anyways...

Not many people can litter such a short piece with alliterations, humour and afterlife jealousy all in around 100 Words...how does Vivian do it?
Maybe she's a nose twitcher too?...just saying.
Love these short monologues.

Is it a bird, is it a ... nope, we don't really get to know what the hell gave Edie such pleasure (mostly after she gets the finger) but then is that not the root of all evil, our imagination? You can figure and think and postulate, but all we need to know is that John has written a wee cracker with an ending loose enough to fill your imagination...but it does bring Edie some peace...a little piece!

Like many of us living in the land of god and guns, I've watched with increasing horror, anger and helplessness at the recent and ongoing slaughter of our school kids...babies, barely older than toddlers some of them. Scott reaches into the horror of kids waiting to be slaughtered with this piece which plays like a horror story...you know...DON'T GO IN THE BASEMENT! Except...except there is no basement and the bogey man is very real. This should be an ad on TV, not for gun control, but for banning the fucking things entirely!!! could be his finest

I'm a fan of Vivian's tales. Sometimes rich in dialogue with vivid, believable characters who swagger across her pages...strong, opinionated women...loud drunken men...well, you see where I'm going....and then there's this...this beautiful, prosaic, ethereal piece. She could have told the tale of a man down on his luck, fallen on hard times with the brutality we oft times read of. But this wonderfully crafted piece tells much more than hardship or longing. We are taken straight to the heart of the artist as he expresses his angst as only an artist could.

Oh I love this blasphemously, retelling of the trials of the Jesus Dude. Now if only my teachers at school had told me that the sandal wearing miracle worker was actually a stoned-out hippy with two sidekicks bent on trouble, I might still be religious! This is hilarious and if it geta to stage or zoom, I'd happily transport mine self to watch with wondrous amazement!!!

Lermond never fails to surprise. I've read many of her pieces, and seen some performed. This...this is quite simply among her best! All of Vivian's talents are garnered here in this off world tale.
Her dialogue doesn't sparkle...it hums!
I was transported back to the old B&W movies where the fastest mouth in the west threw out zingers with every line. Here, Vivian has Mae show she was more than just the tart with the heart.
Just read this will be in the "Glass Splinters" Women in History show. wish I could be there.

How ingenious! Right away I'm back with Howard Hawks on the set of His Girl Friday watching Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell sparking off one another. George Sapio suggests moderately fast and graceful...I just read it as fast as I could and wound up at the start and down at the ending and was breathless. Sorry George, blame Cary Grant and Howard Hawks!