& after what felt like 200 years of insomnia, I closed my eyes.
My head felt like a piece of cheese, in a mouse trap, nibbled at by a greedy mouse.
My phone rung!
Marshall, I said, it’s 2.35am!
You need to see this, meet me at 3am on the Canal bridge & he hung up!
What did I want more? Sleep or more nibble at my head?
On the bridge, I gazed at the reflection of the moon on the canal surface.
Tom Waits was singing in my head:
“Everything has its price, everything has its place, what could be more romantic than dying in the moonlight.”
Marshall arrived, looked more paranoid than I ever did! Looked around with sinister expectancy & handed me a note!
I read it, shook my head in expected disbelief.
Looked up at Marshall & his eyes filled with tears……….
“and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32 ESV)”
The Curves
