The Host. (A very short story).

His lips turned an icy blue. A shocking contrast against the crimson rising around his neck and cheeks. His whole body screamed in silent convulsions. At first unnoticed. Then slowly awareness began to spread among the other guests. Is he…?Should we…? One hand clutched his throat. The other shot out and began flailing around, seeking…

Holy Week Reflections

I haven’t been entirely idle… here’s some info about a few bits I’ve been writing, including a series of reflections for Holy Week.