Sometimes a story sneaks up on you.
I was researching stories for the podcast, looking up "early authors of strange fiction" (or something) and the search threw up the name of J.D. Beresford. It was a name I was not familiar with, although it turned out I had read a story of his before and that he was father to Elisabeth Beresford (creator of The Wombles).
With unexpected time to fill, waiting for a delayed train at the station, I began reading through selections from two of his works on Project Gutenberg, I chanced upon this black tragicomic short sharp shock of a tale and knew I had to record it.
Immediately.
It was as if I had no choice in the matter.
As if it was predetermined.
Maybe you, in turn, will feel compelled to listen. The choice is yours.
Or is it?