Daily story, March 25, 2025

“Be or don’t be, then,” someone shouted from the back, “make your bloody mind up”. There were a few nervous laughs and quiet tuts, and more than a few people took the opportunity to get their coughs and fidgets out. On the little church hall stage, Hamlet paused. Suddenly, it was there, in his eyes; his shoulders; the way he breathed: he didn’t know what to do.