I come here each morning with the others, kneeling in silence to pray for our children, and for their children too. How clearly I recall the day we brought each of my daughters here to be baptized, and the day of their first communion. We came together for joyous wedding celebrations; we gathered for the funerals of loved ones and wept. Our children are all gone now, they have moved on to other places and are busy with their own lives. All that remains is the sound of rosary beads clicking in the shadowy darkness, as this old church and the bodies we once wore crumble together into dust.*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm linking up with Lillie McFerrin at Five Sentence Fiction
where the writing prompt this week is "abandoned"