The organist, who looked like a schoolteacher, complete with horn-rimmed glasses and a sour facial expression, began playing a mournful hymn as the doors opened again. It was the old gang from the café: Alex, his girlfriend Marilyn, Skip, and all the other wastes of space. Since they all already dressed in black they didn't even have to change their clothes. I stood up and motioned for the organist to keep playing. She winked at me, understanding my hand gestures, God bless her heart.
I quickly walked back to the vestibule, to stop them coming in the actual chapel...
Christopher over 7 years ago
My 400th drabble. I've always stressed quality over quantity, but that's still a lot of drabbles I've racked up!
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Many congratulations, Christopher. That's quite an achievement and some excellent reading along the way!
Christopher over 7 years ago
Thank you all so much for your support and your encouragement. It means a lot.