I feasted my eyes upon the gorgeous frescoes that adorned the ceiling one more time, then turned to the exit. When I reached the wide doorway, I saw that today (to my great surprise) the forecasters had been right. There was a heavy rain.
Of course, I hadn’t taken an umbrella. Who can properly enjoy walking around one of the most splendid European capitals with unnecessary stuff in hand? One hand is for my camera, another hand is for ice-cream cones. A third is not a given.
I turned around with the intention of going back into the church and waiting out the storm. No such luck. A stodgy man in a black robe blocked the passage. In answer to my wordless question he pointed to the notice board. It stated that the canonical hour would be starting soon, so I went out to the big porch in the rain. There was no choice.
The porch was quickly filling up with people. The rear pushed at the front, perplexed as to why they would stand out in the downpour and not enter. Toward them moved ‘exiles’ like me who had been turned out of the building. A sullen acolyte stood at the centre of this live whirlpool like a hard-shelled bouncer at a night club doorway. It looked like no one was fitting the dress code for this private party today.
I lifted my face to the grey sky and inhaled the heavy, wet air. Some huge raindrops fell on my cheek. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. There’s always choice.
I covered my head with a leaflet detailing the schedule of canonical hours, and ran to a bar opposite the church. Thank god these sanctuaries are always willing to embrace and warm the sick and suffering. Amen.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017







Ha! Sanctuaries, indeed. I’ll drink to that! Superb. Salud!
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Cheers! 😛
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Dude, that sucks. They kicked you out of a church in the rain because they were praying?? (–for the world, most likely, which apparently doesn’t include people who want to be in a church and not wet?) Where was this? #feelingirritated
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Tati informs me that it was a church right at the heart of Prague. St Nicholas as a matter of fact. 😛
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St. Nicholas, in whose name we give gifts, St. Nicholas, who gave food and money to the poor, in a church named after him, someone is booted. >:-|
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Naughty, miserly church! 😛
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Yeah. Glad *you* are smiling!
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Wonderful write Tati! Sometimes difficult to understand the ways of others, as you say, there is always another options to be had. 😉
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Well said, Renee. We want to thank you for visiting with us and sharing your thoughts on Tati’s writing.
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Always a pleasure.
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Such dichotomy; you touch on some of the conflict of my life. Well, well, well done.
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Yes, there are certainly these conflicts everywhere! 😛
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Thank God for bars, right?
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Damn straight! 😛
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What I love about this is that it paints a very visual picture – your writing brings the story to life in one’s mind. That’s not an easy thing to accomplish, but you did some excellent work here!
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Tati will be very pleased to read this feedback! Thank you heaps for visiting with us! 😀
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Haha – bars can indeed be sanctuaries. Enjoyed this short story, especially the part about not having a third hand for an umbrella.
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Yes, one would have to be an octopus before umbrellas could even enter the picture. Thanks for reading, Magarisa!
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An octopus would have no need for an umbrella. 😁
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Damn. You saw right through my little mistake… 😛
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Hahaha 😁
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😂🤣😂 love the ending!!!
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Caps off the story brilliantly, wouldn’t you say? 😛
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Yes!!!
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Well said Ms. Tati, too often the ‘profit making’ groups tend to help people more than them religious groups.
and Thank god (ironic!) that you didn’t had to pee. The bar would require you to purchase a drink (which is not a bad idea). On a second thought, you could have peed in the rain and remain unnoticed.
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Rain’s pretty useful that way! 😉
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Amen … brilliant piece
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Tati thanks you, Afzal! 😀
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always a pleasure, my friend.
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