A modern-day parable for you and I. Why does a gift tarry? And who is responsible for the giving of a gift... even if it is undeserved? This is probably the most important parable that I will ever write. It is also the one I have worked on for the longest period of time. The central metaphor will perhaps give the appearance of being trite, schmaltzy or twee. That was not my intention. I chose this metaphor as I still feel it is the most appropriate for the subject. It is not intended to be unnecessarily didactic in tone, but the nature of parables is to send a spiritual message. Anyone who tells parables has to decide whether they will explain them or not. In this case I'm trusting in your intelligence and imagination. 'Let those who have ears to hear, let them hear...'

An original gothic ghost story.