Treason

Sally Bowson couldn’t settle that afternoon.  Over a late lunch she had pressed both Martha and her husband about the priest-monk’s fables.  They had smiled patiently, confirming them, insisting that those in Holy Orders would [more…]

‘Henry’ switched off the news feed on his laptop.  That press release put out by the PM’s office!  Whatever had possessed them?  He must try to find out.  It was crudely transparent, wildly unnecessary, surely?  [more…]

Brother Peran, as he introduced himself, was unlike any pre-conception of a monk she had ever held.  He had sat her down on a leather chair in his vestry while he boiled a kettle on [more…]