‘I guess there’s no better place for a crucifixion than a national seminary,’ Carter muttered, staring up at body, the arms outstretched.
‘It’s a lay university now,’ the garda replied.
‘You can’t escape history. Not in a place like this. What’s he tied to?’
‘I think it’s the letter t. It’s been missing from the university sign since the day it was erected.’
‘Hell of way to return it. Do we know who he is?’
‘One of the lecturers. Apparently, he was so politically correct he walked with a permanent lean to his left.’
‘Well, I guess il était Charlie.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
4 comments:
Just goes to show that a uni teacher's life is not a safe one.... Well done, Rob.
Did you write this just for me, Rob?
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PS Well done!
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Margot, thanks.
Elaine, wrote it for someone at work. I'm slowly bumping off my colleagues (at their request!). Happy to for you as well if you like (as odd as that offer sounds!).
Best, Rob
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