We went on a cruise in January.  One of the activities was a short story competition, judged by a ‘best selling American author’ who was one of the lecturers.  Much to my surprise I won! You might like to read this purely fictional story.


Doris was dead.  No question – the policeman who found her thought so; the paramedic was sure; the coroner ruled so.  She was dead. She was dead and buried.  I know that because I went to her funeral.  Just as well – I was one of only three people there – me and a neighbour and the duty vicar, who did his best, but really didn’t know anything about her.  Nor did I really, I had only met her twice...