The Last Days of the Cross

Part 6 of 6 by Joseph Ridgwell

I opened up my laptop and switched it on. “Jude,” I replied, as I waited for my settings to appear. Then I began to waffle, “I’m a poet, from London, I’ve come here to write my first book of poetry, you know different environments, different inspirations, I think you could inspire me, you could be my muse, what d’ya think?” No answer. I looked up. Juanita had fallen asleep on my bed holding an unlit cigarette in an outstretched hand.


Joseph Ridgwell's The Last Days of the Cross is excerpted from his latest novel.