When our Scouts’ Troop went camping, the absolute treat was the camp fire nights. I was only a Cub in those days. We would all gather…
Judge: Call Witness A.
Witness A is ushered in, and takes a seat.
Judge: Now, take your time, and tell us about the incident that took place on the night of the 25th of March. In your own words.
I think of myself more as a playwright than a writer of fiction. These days I love writing short plays, and hope to publish some here on Medium. It would be interesting if other writers picked up this tradition. Here is an example.