Hello!
Thanks for all the positive feedback on the story. You’ll be pleased to know that this is the last instalment.
If this is your first visit, welcome! and you will need to have read the other Chapters to have any idea what is going on. So;
You can read Part 1 here
You can read Part 2 here
You can read Part 3 here
Enjoy Part 4 – Durham Station
David stood on the platform of Durham Station. He had been told to wait on the Platform and Father Sidney would meet him there. The cold air was a treat. The train pulled away, the whine of the engines increasing as the power fed in. Other passengers scuttled past, hunched against the mid-winter coldness.
He was relieved to be off the train. The journey had been awkward, uncomfortable. But he knew that he could control it now. Needed to find where he could score in a few days time. Just a couple of times a week to be getting on with.
He had left Aquinas on the Carriage table and wondered momentarily who would pick the book up and whether they would have the mental capacity to understand the learning’s contained within its hallowed covers. He did not really care.
The heroin made him feel good about himself and knew that his spiritual awakening leaned more in this direction rather than the teachings of a medieval scribe. He could manage his addiction to assist his spiritual growth.
He felt happy but also felt himself a liar. But he would live with these contradictions. Life is about choices.
A man walked towards him. He was in his fifties and wore a heavy wool overcoat. He was a heavyset and walked with a certainty of purpose. He waved towards David, who assuming this to be Father Sidney, his chaperone walked towards him.
They smiled at each other and shook hands. “Father David!” Sidney beamed. His grip was firm. Perhaps a touch too firm David thought. He looked familiar, but David couldn’t place him.
“Good Trip?”
“Yes, thanks,” David replied, “I don’t mean to be rude, but have we met somewhere before?”
“A few months ago. I was the one who found you.”
“Oh. I see.” Even in the cold of the winter’s night David felt himself flush.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Sidney said, “We all have the ability to err. It is our ability to admit our failures and overcome them that mark us out as Human. Besides, Father Stephen tells me he has every confidence in you making a full recovery and he is the best judge of character I know. He is impressed with your strength of purpose. But, we’d better hurry. I haven’t bought a ticket for the car park.”
They arrived at the car and got in. The bitter cold was painful and David was glad to be inside once again.
“Did Father Stephen have a letter for me?” Sidney asked.
“Oh yes. Sorry. I forgot.” David reached into his jacket and handed Sidney the letter. He opened it and read, humming “Welcome Home” as he did so. He folded the letter, returned it to the envelope and threw it on the dashboard.
“Just the instructions for your time with us here. You’ve had a long day, so we will do the first blood test tomorrow. Nothing to worry about.”
“Thanks.”
He had forgotten.
