A story for our times
Ken Smith retells the nativity with a modern twist
It was a cold but clear late January day with a keen north wind blowing. The two women had met in the marketplace, and now in a pub, over coffee, were ready to talk.
‘I’m really glad I ran into you, Mandy,’ said Kate. ‘I need to talk to somebody and you’ve known me longer than most.’
‘You look like you need a heart-to-heart,’ observed Kate. ‘You look a bit different.’
‘Yes, I suppose I am. Everything seems to have changed.’