'For some reason, I have been appointed the bishop of Durham. I am walking around the cathedral, looking in boxes, terrified about my inaugural address to, first, my congregation, and then the wider world. There are numerous tributes and actions I have to perform and I know none of them. I point this out to an adviser and he tells me not to worry, that I can be guided through the steps necessary. I am led through the crowd. I hear people discussing how young I look, how my appointment (an atheist in a religious institution like the church) is crazy. I think to myself ‘I am going to prove them wrong’. As I mount the stage to give my speech, I realise it is unwritten.'
Random bits of construction and destruction...assorted shorter and shorter fiction lets call it. Mainly from being asleep.