Micro-Short

No one even uses the chapel any more. In deference to the fact that it’s still sanctified, the hospital staff haven’t begun using it for storage yet.

Spare chairs are neatly folded and sit, waiting, next to the votive candles. The pews, barely used, still look new.

Outside, it snows.

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About Laurie Whiteley

Writer, Comedian and Work In Progress
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