Tome Sweet Tome
Terence Morgan did not like being called ‘Terry’, or being referred to as a ‘digital immigrant’. He just preferred the ‘peel and flap’ method of reading The London Review of Books, compared to the ‘finger skating’ of the Tablet version. But there was more to his reading. The ‘LRB’ was to him a vital window into…
From the centre
The Chair of the Party Group did not expect a peaceful meeting. Discussions of next years’s Council Tax and Budget had just started and this was the first time some ward councillors could comment on the Leader’s proposals. The Chair expected comments like “Sellout”, “Government stooge” and “Traitor”. These would be from one of the…
The Pathway
Leonardo Da Vinci airport in Rome must be one of the few in Europe, mused Monsignor Mark Hennessy, where ecclesiastical attire raises no eyebrows at all. He was trying to relax, his eyes regularly flitting to the Departures board, hoping his flight would be boarding soon. He had noticed gaggles of African nuns, coteries of…
Good Old Jimmy
“Doctor? Would you mind looking at Mrs Mitchell’s hand? She’s the Canadian lady in cubicle four” The nurse smiled at Dr Khan, turned, and walked to her next patient. Dr Khan slid the curtain of the cubicle back and saw a thin woman of around seventy, her right hand heavily bandaged, held straight out and…
The Bloody Glove
The Chambers’ Christmas Party was now just a fuzzy memory, and I saw, from the odd-shaped gift-wrapped item on my desk, it was Secret Santa time. I moved the pink-ribboned folders to one side and squeezed the package. Soft and small, I thought. Surely clerks in this firm would get at least a bottle of…