draliman on life

I thought I’d have a go at “Friday Fictioneers”. This is hosted by Rochelle and is a photo prompt. The kicker – it has to be as close to 100 words as possible! I started writing and after the opening paragraph it was already over 50 words! Some rewriting was required.

I had to do something similar when I was at school. My mini-story made perfect sense – to me. And no-one else! So I’m having another go after all these years. The prompt this week is a beautiful picture of a church, supplied by Claire Fuller.

Copyright Claire Fuller

Edelric walked hesitantly up to the church’s door.  A stonemason, he appreciated the workmanship of the Norman invaders, even as he hated them for their recently enforced rule.

“Don’t go into the church! You’re evil, son! You’ll be struck down!” his Mother had said.

Was that true? He was mean when drunk, but every man beat his wife, didn’t he? He’d once enjoyed torturing the village cat, but surely that didn’t count?

His hand hovered over the latch. He began to sweat.

Edelric trusted his Mother. He turned and walked back to the village.

“Not today,” he decided. “Not today.”