• the_novel_idealist

17 April 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


The priest looked up from his slouched position upon the church’s remaining pew, the boy’s sudden entrance startling him.

It had been exactly as foretold, presposterously so, immediately upon the hour. Was this it? Could this be the boy that had been prophecised?

He tried to stand, call out to him, but his aging body groaned; his voice faltered.

The boy seemed hardly to have noticed the priest’s presence and blankly approached where the altar should have been, daybreak shining through the immaculate stained glass.

Standing alone, and staring up he looked so innocent, frail even, until… suddenly, it began.