Finish the Story Dec#1

The Chapel

light-3176887_1920Far beyond the city, in the middle of nowhere, sat a tiny chapel. No one knew who built it, why it was in the middle of nowhere, or why any traveler in need would always find the light on – but I know these things. I am alive because of Father Chris and the little chapel in the middle of nowhere.

I just turned eighteen and was so sure of myself. I knew everything I ever needed to know – at least I thought I did. I was an adult and didn’t need anyone’s permission to leave. So I did. I left home the morning of my birthday with a few clothes and what little money I had stuffed in a backpack. Mom and Dad weren’t up yet, which made it a little easier not having to listen to Dad ask why or listen to my Mom cry and ask me to stay. No, it was better the way I did it. At least it seemed that way at the time.

I boarded the Number 3 bus heading out of Jasper and …

(Morpethroad’s bit)

….. noticed the light on in the chapel. I was curious as it was a shade of green I had not seen before. In the vestibule was Father Chris. He was a tall man, taller when he stood up, and he was standing there looking at me as I passed.

I watched, as around him, the green light seemed to throb as if suspecting I was flying the coop of my hometown. He was dressed in his customary black, but his clerical collar radiated a blinding white light. I looked away with a sense of betrayal and guilt.

I looked back through the window of the bus and found myself just passing the chapel, green light and Father Chris. This disturbed me, as the bus appeared to be travelling at a rate of knots by now having cleared the town limits.

Three times this happened, and I started to feel stuck in some sort of ground hog day. I then pulled the stop cord above me and alighted.

As the bus moved away I saw across the road the chapel, now dark, lights gone and Father Chris standing in the doorway in his radiant collar.

I found myself crossing the road and coming up to Father Chris who …

(crimsonprose’s bit)

… opened his arms as if he’d embrace me, his face collapsing into a picture of welcome relief.

‘What is it?’ I asked, for surely something had happened to cause him distress. But more than that, I wanted to know what that green light I had seen.

‘Oh, my lad, my lad,’ he said. ‘I’m so glad you have come. I’m to have a visitation.’

‘A …? What, as in Jesus? Or a saint? Or …’ I slapped my hand over my mouth ‘… no, you don’t mean the devil? Is that what the green light?’

He flicked his fingers into my face. ‘Silly boy! That “green light”, as you called it, is just off Old Bess. But Old Bess is the problem.’

I’d best explain. Old Bess was Father Chris’s exceedingly antiquated computer—steam-powered I shouldn’t wonder, it’s so old).

‘So what’s up with her?’ I asked.

‘I think she’s not well. She refuses to access my records. And I have the bishop due any moment to inspect them. I don’t suppose …?’

The way he looked at me … what could I do but check out the ancient machine.

The fool of a Father Chris. He’d crammed a communion wafer into the thin slot of the floppy drive. I pulled it out and held it out accusingly. He coloured up.

‘But, my boy, my boy,’ I am so grateful. ‘And just in time, for, Hark! That’ll be the bishop now.’

And true enough, a vehicle of sorts was drawing up outside the chapel. But when I looked out of the door …

I pass the baton to the Dark Netizen at https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/

 Written for: https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/finish-the-story-dec-1/

Rules

Copy the story as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
Be sure to pingback or comment on the original post please.
Please use the tag THWFTS.
Tag only 1 person to continue the story

Have fun!

 

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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14 Responses to Finish the Story Dec#1

  1. Michael says:

    I like it, now keen to see where it goes from here.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Judy says:

    This is so cool! Love it!

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  3. Dale says:

    What a wonderful challenge!

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  4. So much fun to “share” a story. I do this in my creative writing classes and the students have a ball with it. xo

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