Umber (23.2 — Agnes’ Story)
May 24, 2012 § 3 Comments
The church emptied quickly after the wedding. All was silent.
Theresa dabbed her eyes with her veil. “Poor girl,” she sighed. “I really liked her.”
“I need a drink,” Sebastian said, throwing off his arrows.
The sanctuary echoed with the sound of our plaster feet shuffling toward the confessional door.