Seeking to comfort my darling Caleb and to stay hopeful, I mumbled the words
“The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want, He makes me to lie down in green pastures ..” with each word I willed God’s presence to fill our minds like it did every night as we prayed in John’s tent.
Echoing through the murky, cold tunnels of the holding dungeons,”Cease your heedless prayers woman, your god has laid you down like sheep for slaughter and Hades will eat his fill of your filthy soul.” His voice filled me with fear.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Peter Abbey the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.