another one outside. You said you sorted this out.
girlfriend hurled herself into her settee.
Ill have a word.
J.C. slung on a
jumper. The December air embraced him with frosty warmth. A decrepit figure
wearing a pork pie hat along with a black trench coat hopped to and fro on
face brightened. He offered his hand.
J.C. arent you? Pleasure to meet you.
JC sighed, accepted
sorry, I dont know you. Why are you here?
The stranger offered
J.C. a sealed bottle of Highland water.
To see a
miracle. Elsie Barnes said you cured her arthritis.
Youve lost me.
three days ago. Shes chubby, limps and is well spoken.
J.C. scratched his
Oh yes, I
remember her. A confused old dear who said I was the second coming. I asked her
to go just like Im going to ask you to leave.
The pensioner shook
realise youre Jesus?
J.C. thrust the
plastic container back into the intruders hand.
John Chartway, not bloody Jesus. Go home and the water isnt holy before
The old man waved at
J.C.s retreating figure. He slipped open his bottle of sparkling water
and savoured the taste of finest Shiraz.