The Priest's Well (The Greek Village Collection book 12)
“She is quiet as the proverbial church mouse. Nor is it the morning sun. She must have slipped in, hardly opening the door at all. It is her smell that rouses him. In his dream, he is sleeping, lying on his back on a church pew, and the majestic church ceiling changes colour, becomes green and turns into grass. With it comes the sweet smell of the outdoors, a trace of jasmine, a hint of ozone, a pinch of pine. He twitches, the dream fades. Surfacing slowly, he rubs his nose, opens one eye and, u...naware of her presence, stumbles to his feet, hands outstretched to feel his way to the bathroom where he urinates and relieves the pressure of the gases that have built up in his gut overnight. It makes him groan with relief and, tucking himself back in, he returns to the main room, lowering his cassock.
‘Oh my God, who the? How the?’ First, his gaze is fixed on her, her extraordinary colouring, then he looks to the front door, which he is certain he locked last night.MoreLess
‘Oh my God, who the? How the?’ First, his gaze is fixed on her, her extraordinary colouring, then he looks to the front door, which he is certain he locked last night.MoreLess
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