Summary: Written for the 55 Word Challenge: Week Thirty written to the prompt of this photo of a decaying church. (Saint Anthony is the Catholic patron saint of the lost). Story did not place.
This is where churches come to die.
Proud weathered hulls drifting on echoes of lost faith, shadows overlapping as they cluster among the gravestones. Memories of wood and stone waiting, yearning, to be counted among the dead.
It’s taken me years to learn to see them and a lifetime to learn to sing them home.