Title: Like A Stone
Source: Thursday photo prompt: Timeless #writephoto
Word count: 156 words
The silent men, in long brown robes, welcomed Chantal into the cold stone house. Slow shuffling feet wore hollow indentions into unyielding stone. The stones bore testament to their devotion. They offered her wine and bread, promising her a life everlasting, saying they knew the way.
She learned to read, turned the pages of a book filled with death. To redeem her pagan soul, she offered prayers to gods and angels. With her eyes opened, she felt lost, suffered guilt, and the cold stone house filled her with hopelessness they ground into despair. Sinking low, prostrate with grief, Chantal discovered the last ember hidden in the desolate grotto of her heart.
The spark spoke to her, reminded her of another time. She followed the light to the forgotten time, trusting a voice which promised nothing. There amid the vast emptiness, another stone stood bearing testament.
Chantal stood, tall and unafraid. Confident, she knew her way.
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Jo Hawk The Writer