Retirement
The Rev Sidebottom was unsure how to proceed. He had found a small cottage. His congregation had said goodbye. He could sink into obscurity, trivia could become his speciality. His first thought had been to complete his memoir’s. However his days as an agent meant that he had signed the secret service act. Every thing he wrote must remain unread. So he turned each page of writing into a spill. As the spills burnt, his memories drifted up into the ether. Tomorrow he would use the oil lamps for target practice. Then he would bury his Walther PPK, the Dementia could wait…
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The Ministry may not have been his calling
But it was good cover for his main occupation
From assassin to Reverend, that’s quite a career path!
Thank you Iain. Being Reverend was a good cover to hide his darker side.
Seems he ignored the 6th commandment!
He may have been true to his religion, dementia has muddled his thoughts perhaps
A darker side and a lighter side to everyone of us.
Indeed, although the dementia is muddling his memories. The gun belonged to one of his parents
I like the stream of consciousness feel to this as he weighs his options. I also like the idea of a secret agent using the cloth as undercover. Who better to learn secrets from but his parishioners.
In a sad twist; his dementia is muddling his memories, for the gun and secrets belonged to his parents
Excellent!! I was just thinking how relatable it was when I hit the twist Really enjoyable read.
And the twist goes on, for dementia is muddling his memories, as the gun and secret service period belonged to his parents.
Ah, the spy who can’t remember… or soon won’t. A sad story but it sounds like a fully lived life until then, some stories just keep challenging me
Thank you Laurie, I am even wondering now if he was a spy at all