Drabble: Dog-collared

It was the smell… the mothball stench of the clergy. The attempt to make ‘innocent’ conversation was another giveaway.

Keep your nerve, don’t look up, lock him out. Look, there’s a ragged hole in his navy-blue shetland cardie!

“Yes, it’s a Kindle.”

Steady on, you’re opening the door. Stop! 

He wanted to say he didn’t believe in God, but he could prove His existence. It went like this, 

God is a concept. Concepts exist, therefore… God exists.

Instead he kept his head in his book and buried himself in thought about the women in Brunetti’s life – Paola, Elettra, Griffoni.

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