As the President of the Texas Highlanders Society begins the Address I slip away to the powder room; a bundle of nerves. I’m here! I know very little about my Scottish heritage but tonight I hope to meet others who can help fill in the gaps.
I return to find a plate of haggis and neeps but there is no cutlery in sight. I nudge John who looks sheepish and says when he mentioned my name to others at our table they became indignant and took away my cutlery. When he asked why, they told him it was common practice to remove the knives when one dines with a Campbell. Dungiven.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
Gone but not forgiven.
The last statement of a squashed hedgehog.