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The Cathedral
#100StoryChallenge — No84
The tithes to the old gods always occurred after dawn.
Trina collected her sisters’ coins and blessed them in the river god’s waters. As she sat at the riverbed, a peace like none she had ever known overcame her.
Then a hand clapped over her mouth, and she was dragged away before she lost consciousness.
When Trina next awoke, she found herself dappled in the rainbow colors of stained glass windows. Her heart beating fast, she recognized the overhead arches of a cathedral.
Fright made her want to weep for mercy.
Then came a voice from the shadows.
“Repent, witch.”
This is a part of my endeavor to go back to writing tighter fiction with more stringent word counts. It’s just one attempt at the 100 Story Challenge because I thought it would be a good exercise to do to keep my imagination sharp. We’ll see how it goes.
For longer fiction, you may enjoy my stories linked below:
