I was in a hurry so I didn’t have time to
stop; he seemed pretty busy too.
I knew it were he because he was standing
on a small grassy hillock next to the office where the software engineers work,
and some of them were standing at his feet listening.
The software engineering office is just
down the access road from the tree that was partly cut last year because of
disease and is opposite the new concrete four-story car park that is going up.
He still had his beard and he was holding a
piece of bread. The software engineers looked interested in what he was saying.
I couldn’t stop though, so I drove on to
the office where I needed to work, I parked and went in.
One day last year, before the tree got cut,
I had done the same and as I entered I was surprised to hear a voice coming
from the empty air about me.
I couldn’t make out what was being said but
I knew it was the Virgin Mary.
It’s a pretty interesting industrial
estate, as industrial estates go.
I told the secretary about the Virgin Mary
and she asked me if I knew about the smoker’s balcony on the second floor that
can’t be seen from the road because of high bamboo growth.
She took to calling me Jean D’Arc for the rest
of the week.
I hadn’t known that the Virgin Mary smokes.
Virginia lights perhaps.
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