A Prayer for the Dying

Since the beginning of history men had come here for one purpose or another, Roman, Saxon, Dane, Norman, but now it was a place of ghosts.

When he tried the office it was empty and then Rupert appeared, having noticed him arrive through the glass door of the flower shop.

‘You said, if I got it right from Fitzgerald, that he was down on his right knee at the edge of the grave.’