Blood Moon
“Each day is like the one before which is like the one before that which is like the one to come each with its regular round of devotion, prayer and study, always constant, never wavering until that special day dawns when Christ will come again in glory and that will be the end of time. In the course of this journey a monk forswears the world of Man with its trifling concerns seeking instead those higher rewards that come from growing daily ever closer to God.
So why then am I so bothered by what happens to this family that is lodged in the abbot’s palace? They will be gone in a day or two and I will be able to return to my life of utter predictability with only the occasional gumboil or cracked thumbnail to tax my increasingly atrophying brain. The reason is my mother. Like a worm she has burrowed into the soft flesh of my imagination and planted there the seed of doubt. Yesterday the de Grays were an object of mild curiosity; today they are one of intense intrigue.
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