The Pebblewick Chronicles - Chapter three - Sunday
Sunday Morning Sunday. After everything that had happened the previous day, I decided that The Salty Page could survive opening a little later than usual. Sunday was never a particularly reliable day for business. Mostly, it was a reminder that people preferred walks, roast dinners and afternoon naps to buying books. The previous few Sundays had been especially disappointing. One memorable morning had produced exactly two visitors. The first wanted directions to the public toilets. The second came inside purely to avoid a passing shower. Neither purchased so much as a bookmark. By the time I unlocked the door and turned the sign to OPEN , the bells of St Bartholomew's had fallen silent and the congregation was already emerging from the church. I paused for a moment on the pavement. There were more of them than usual. Quite a few more. Attendance at St Bartholomew's had been declining for years. Reverend Finch continued his duties with admirable determination, but there were Su...
