#writephoto microfiction: Priest hole

For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge. True to form, this week’s photo inspires morbid thoughts. Dawn was breaking. He was preparing to say Mass as he did every morning, even though he was in hiding, even though there was no one to hear it. He had heard their horses clatter on the cobbled courtyard and their … Continue reading #writephoto microfiction: Priest hole