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







Reminds me of a recent song by The Mavericks “Ven Hacia Mi.” The images are emotionally intense, and a little faded, but it fits the prose.
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And now I’m going to check that out…
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🙂 Good Job!
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I quite agree, Laura. Tati excelled herself! Thank you for visiting with us!
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Hits right in the gut, as you intended. Good job.
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Thank you so much, Stephanie. Tati will be very happy to read your wonderful feedback!
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Bartenders are like Catholic priests: They often hear a confession.
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That’s very true! They also serve drinks, just like Catholic priests. 😉
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I lost you and tony somewhere
No that’s no right
I lost tony somewhere
No maybe tony lost me
And he likes it that way
Cause I forget to wash
Now and then
Or is it my altitude
For which I have been
known to fly
To high amongst crows
For shits and giggles
And talk with my hands
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Awww, Sheldon… I certainly didn’t intend to lose you. And now it looks like your site is offline! Does this mean no more writings from you? 😦
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Love your talent!
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She certainly has it in spades. Thanks so much for visiting with us! 😀
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… unless you don’t have money for a beer, haha!
Great story!
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D’oh! Forgot about the money thing! 😛
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That’s okay, it still works, ’cause they don’t usually really want to see you in the church without money in your hand either! Haha!
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Ah HAH! YES! That’s very true! 😉
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You are welcome.
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Amazing
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Thanks, Nikita. It’s great to have you here! 😀
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And so say all of us! Cheers, H
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Huzzah and amen! 😛
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