{Original Fiction} - A Last Visit
Fandom: Original Fiction
Name: A Last Visit
Part: One (Not sure if it's a one of yet... guess it depends)
Rating: 15 for violence
Words: 4,313
Prompt: This is the weird product of a weird dream
Authors Notes: The prayer used at the start is part of the prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas
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'I come sick to the doctor of life,
unclean to the fountain of mercy,
blind to the radiance of eternal light,
and poor and needy to the Lord of Heaven and Earth.'
I heard his footsteps echoing through the deserted chapel as I knelt, finishing my daily prayer. I could feel his anxiety like static electricity as he bounced from foot to foot. He had been told by the other priests that he was not to interrupt when we were praying. I smiled slightly and finished up my prayer quickly, blessing myself and pushing myself stiffly to my feet. The downside of a life of prayer and devotion was the loss of feeling in the knees and the shooting pains as blood suddenly discovered that my feet existed again. But compared to the feeling of peace and oneness that I had, it was nothing. The boy coughed and I looked over at him.
"They're here, señor. Outside."
( Continue... )
Name: A Last Visit
Part: One (Not sure if it's a one of yet... guess it depends)
Rating: 15 for violence
Words: 4,313
Prompt: This is the weird product of a weird dream
Authors Notes: The prayer used at the start is part of the prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas
~~~
'I come sick to the doctor of life,
unclean to the fountain of mercy,
blind to the radiance of eternal light,
and poor and needy to the Lord of Heaven and Earth.'
I heard his footsteps echoing through the deserted chapel as I knelt, finishing my daily prayer. I could feel his anxiety like static electricity as he bounced from foot to foot. He had been told by the other priests that he was not to interrupt when we were praying. I smiled slightly and finished up my prayer quickly, blessing myself and pushing myself stiffly to my feet. The downside of a life of prayer and devotion was the loss of feeling in the knees and the shooting pains as blood suddenly discovered that my feet existed again. But compared to the feeling of peace and oneness that I had, it was nothing. The boy coughed and I looked over at him.
"They're here, señor. Outside."
( Continue... )