Short

fiction

May 12, 2018

Richard hadn't been to many funerals. Throughout his life he had either avoided them or only been persuaded to go by an anxious friend or relative, who wanted company – someone to be with for the obligatory occasion. But this one, somehow, stood out as being important.  So he was going alone. And, at least, this was a chance to see John and Mary again; and...

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