From Winamop.com
15 Church Street
by Gary Hewitt.
Theres another one outside. You said you sorted this out.
Youre joking.
J.Cs girlfriend hurled herself into her settee.
All right, 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 J.Cs doormat.
Can I help?
The strangers face brightened. He offered his hand.
Youre J.C. arent you? Pleasure to meet you.
JC sighed, accepted the handshake.
Im 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.
Who? Youve lost me.
Visited you three days ago. Shes chubby, limps and is well spoken.
J.C. scratched his chin.
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 his head.
Dont you realise youre Jesus?
J.C. thrust the plastic container back into the intruders hand.
My names John Chartway, not bloody Jesus. Go home and the water isnt holy before you ask.
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.
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