The Evisceration

“Dave, what aren’t you telling me? The secretary of the diocese just rang. I’ve been asked to resign from all the church committees I’m on. I mean, not just give up the chairmanships, but get off the committees altogether. They wouldn’t say why. What happened Saturday night? What did I do after I drank too much?” Read More …

What’s the Worst?

I lowered myself into my seat, cursing the faceless admin staff member who’d booked me a centre seat instead of one by the window or aisle. Mystery Lady had encountered no such issues and was seated by the window. For the umpteenth time I studied her profile, trying to tease out of my memory bank the knowledge of where and how I knew her. Read More …