The ambiance was glorious, with a certain feel of silent echos carrying your deepest thoughts and emotions to the heavens. There was a feeling of nakedness and vulnerability as you walked the center aisle down to the altar, positioned beneath the magnificent dome shaped roof.The splendor of golden arches paving the way to eternal rest, the victory of valiant saints defending the course of mankind from evil.
“Oh forgive me, forgive me for I have sinned! I have indulged in the sins of the flesh and of the stomach. I have lusted after Senor Beckham in my heart, we sit by the beech indulging in an endless repertoire of creme fraiche and apple tart. And then he pulls at ….”
“Abigail that will do! There’s no need to make a spectacle of yourself, message duly received. We’ll leave right-away. Sorry father, my granddaughter is allergic to churches.”
The priest was crestfallen, he had hoped the outburst was genuine. Mass would have tripled with spread of such news.
Abigail’s skin tingled, the painting strummed on her core.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from TJ Paris (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.