“There is something about this place that gives me a tingle, but I can’t explain it,” Miss Wonderly said with a reverent quietness.
“It’s not the building, but the Spirit that fills it,” Brother Taylor said. “And I feel it too especially at this time of the morning, before . . . ” he trailed off noticing she was nodding with understanding.
“How long till people start arriving?” she whispered, staring at the empty venue before her.
“About twenty minutes,” Brother Taylor replied, and he drew up a wooden chair for her.
Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat.
“Are you nervous?” the smiling man asked.
“No, more excited,” she replied.
“That explains why you did arrive an hour early” he replied. “It must really mean a lot to you.”
“Well, its not every day that I get baptised,” she said smiling.
(150 words)
Padre
Prompts: Photo above and words – “Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat.” – The Maltese Falcon – Dashiell Hammett.
I miss-anticipated the last line (probably cos of my wicked sense of humour) that she was waiting for the Rapture.
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Loved the ending. Not what I had expected.
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