Saturday, 2 May 2015

Thirteen Crucifixiions, 118


The door of the common room opened, and Lazarus saw Chris enter with a youth his own age, who he found vaguely familiar.  He had sat in reflective silence for the last hour since Adam had gone to bed.  And now—

            “Lazarus”, Chris said jovially, with tired strain etched into his aging face, “I would like you to meet Peter, who will be staying for the night.  Could you please see him to room number four?”

            “Certainly.  Where were you?”

            “Out for a little boat ride and that’s where we met.  He’s leaving the country tomorrow but needs a safe place for the night.  Now if you don’t mind, I should be off to bed soon.”

 

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