Visiting a dark church, I notice a bowed head in the front pew, haloed with rainbows from stained-glass saints in leaded windows. I respect his need for peace and soulful prayer.
Quietly tiptoeing to the altar, a sidelong glance reveals his cupped hands radiating light, and that he is texting.
Viv Burgess likes writing, it’s the thinking that is troublesome.
Love this. Made me chuckle.
I had the opposite experience to your story – getting on a bus I saw a man looking down and immediately thought he was texting. As i walked by I noticed he was reading a book, something that’s a rarity these days. Nicely told.