Saturday, 15 March 2025

The Peacock 1540

With his eyes Jesus gives him a quck once over, a slightly toned down version of the undressing eyeballs of the Anglican priest who didn't seem to miss one single detail of him following morning eucharist. Now the first gun tower is in sight. One of two built during the Second World War to keep the Japanese Navy from landing on our shore. "You've been here before." He doesn't answer. "Jesús, why have you brought me here." He doesn't seem to hear me. He appears driven by some unseen hand pushing us both, and now here is the first trail, the grand staircase going up, and I am about to take it. He stops and glares at me...

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