We are heading rapidly towards the end of the year. It’s grey, drizzly and cold. Advent is about to begin. The nights are almost as long as they’re…
“Please will you pray for me?” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Of course,” I reply, not feeling convinced by the confidence in my voice. We are sitting…
It was on this date, eight years ago, when this story ended. What’s recorded here is a synopsis. I’m writing a full version as a chapter in my…