(‘Devon’) 

Chapter 26

The Hurry

Devon was born in Cornwall. And it was on a farm but not in a barn. Throughout his life he had ensured that every door he walked through had gently closed behind him. At seven years and ten days old, he had reminded himself of these facts during a rehearsal of the school nativity play. He happened to be wearing a costume which was supposed to make him look like one of the ‘Three Wise Men’, a reluctant contribution. There was nothing wise about the fact that he had a tea-towel flopped over his head and that he had spent most of the rehearsal worried that his head wear had ringed coffee stains.

Rachel Saunders had arrived on stage holding a naked plastic doll by it’s head, plonked herself down on a bale of hay and moaned that the crib was in the wrong place. The pious look on her face was a constant all year round and Devon was sure that it had happened one day when the wind had changed. He had quietly muttered a prayer that day, Thank God my parents didn’t call me Jesus!

‘Devon’ – is the Third Person Omniscient Narrator and Protagonist of my developing Novel 
”Devon Was Born In Cornwall’
This drawing 2011  Novel ©2010 Gynn    final Publish Date March 2016