Microfiction: Lost temple II


“At last,” the older monk murmured. “To have found it after so many years. And on this night of all nights.”

The acolyte gazed through the tall lancet windows, still full of light, though they seemed to let none fall into the building. Through a window of a side chapel, glassless now and empty, the moon appeared, red and bloody. The acolyte licked dry lips and tried to convince himself that this was a good omen, but his eyes were drawn irresistibly to the deep shadows that gathered where the twilight had receded. He wished that they had arrived in daylight.

The two monks stood side-by-side beneath a red sky slowly inking over with darkness, where once had arched the great vault of the nave. The older man raised his eyes and let his gaze roam among the delicate tracery of the windows, the columns and the buttresses. The acolyte knew he was seeing their former glory, not the stark ruins where no vegetation had taken hold. He looked about his feet. Not a single blade of grass encroached upon the smooth stones of the pavement, not even where they were cracked and broken. The old man was murmuring prayers. The acolyte curled his fingers round the amulet hidden among his robes.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Microfiction: Lost temple II”

    1. If you thought the tooth fairy and Puff the Magic Dragon were going to turn up and do a Disney sequence for them, I’d have done something drastically wrong in the build up 🙂

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