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The Unforgiven

My uncle always told me that if I had to kill someone, then I should do it either on the sports field or from behind the wheel of a car. Since I didn't play sports and rode a bicycle - I hired a van.

As soon as Father McIntyre stepped into the road I hit the accelerator.

My cold was the perfect alibi. I sneezed,' I pleaded to the courtroom.

But the priest survived.

After Easter, with six points on my licence, I turned up at the church gardens for my 100 hours sentence of community service.

The priest was waiting, smiling and holding a sledgehammer.

Story by:

Steve Lucas

26 August 2016