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« on: August 11, 2019, 01:08:18 PM »

Cathedral (This... was definitely a church. But it's where I landed.)
   Rainbow lights glitter upon empty pews, rows and rows of them solemnly facing forward. Wood with dark brown stain, as if dipped in a vat of shoe polish. Kneel down next to one, feeling your knees grinding into planks of even older wood. You see countless scars and imperfections dotting the surface of each one, different little scratchings and markings, the signs of life.
   That one was from Mr. Smithís kid, who just could not sit still. They gave him a pen to play with, so he doodled a little face on the back of the right third row.
   The gash there was from Old Mrs. Sally, her metal walker just didn'tí want to fit one day. It lashed out in anger at the nearest thing, thankfully not a person. It fell apart into pieces, but left the front left scarred. Tiny wood chips facing in different directions along the line of impact.
   A slightly darker stain on the pew here, back right. This is when Mr. Morgan came in late with a fresh cup of coffee. Attempting to be so sneaky and quiet, he found his seat, but not before swearing and hollering due to a scalding lap.
   The lives of many touched by our rainbow lights, the stained glass tell the story, while our belongings say so much more. The scent of blown-out candles floats past your nose, the black-grey smoke begins to rise from the shelves...
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« Reply #1 on: August 11, 2019, 01:43:13 PM »

Haha now I think about it...  pews totally are solemn!
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