In The Middle of Nowhere - Excerpt

Just before noon, there was a little bang and, weeping, the man fell dead.

His wife was dropping bread into her supermarket basket. His daughter was in line for lunch at school.

His secretary was in the parish house, unpeeling a banana. And no one noticed that the bells struck thirteen times a day, an uncanny slip on the part of the bell ringer, who didn't know the Rector was dead and remained terrified of his wrath for several hours.