I was propped up on an adjustable hospital bed meeting a visitor I had never met before. He said the doctor had told him I was a writer and wondered if I might find the time for a short piece. I asked what about. Your life, he went on. It doesn’t have to be a long rambling account, saying what you think it all means. It was only then I spotted his clerical collar. He elaborated that it could be something I might read out, to a congregation say. Or maybe something that could be read out in my absence.
Hope Arlen
30/7/2022 11:39:25 pm
Not so subtle, was he?
Elizabeth O’Shea
31/7/2022 08:15:09 am
Wonderfully weird Steven.
Rosie Douglas
31/7/2022 09:37:45 am
Oh, this made me smile aloud! A wonderfully dark piece of humour.
Sue Clayton
1/8/2022 08:30:11 am
Wow. Nothing like letting the cat out of the bag. This cat, sorry, vicar, came with outstretched claws.
David Lowis
2/8/2022 08:09:58 am
I love how this story builds, gradually revealing details until we arrive at that devastating final sentence. Comments are closed.
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