I recently participated in a PhD study, and one of the requirements was that I write a short story in a limited time, based on one of several writing prompts.
This was the prompt that I chose: Write a story that is set in a church, with the nearby roads closed due to bad weather.
What with it being Easter and all, I thought it might be a good day to share this one. In it, I wanted to stay away from any kind of revelation or Road to Damascus transformation. I didn’t want it to be about faith at all. Instead, I just wanted something small, a tiny shift, from emptiness, confusion, and anger, to the hope that can sometimes come from something as simple as shelter from a storm and a good night’s sleep.
After the Flood
I didn’t actually notice that it was a church when I ran up the stairs, tested the door and, finding it unlocked, slipped inside. It was just a building. Shelter from the storm, at least in the literal sense. Continue reading