If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans
I’ve missed the opportunity to break a ride with a pint and a bag of crisps, the chance of finding a sticky carpet and indifferent landlord (never was an expensive date;)
Christ’s resurrection to life eternal is a leap of faith too far for many, most notably the Jews with their harsh but straightforward Old Testament.
This plague has been like a mini extinction event, a dark line drawn in the layers of history.
But that’s not to say there haven’t been some good bits.
What a strange twelve months it’s been. After a year of Covid I’ve just been notified of my vaccination appointment. Thankfully I don’t know anyone who’s had their ventilator switched off, only to die shortly afterwards under heavy sedation, isolated from loved ones. But many do.
If nothing else, Lockdown’s been a time to read and write, so I hope this short story inspired by the work of a good friend offers some alternative to the book of Revelations we seem to be living through :0( Book 13)