The bells - micro-fiction

David knelt at the church altar, praying for forgiveness. The air was still and heavy. Dust motes floated past tall stained glass windows illuminated by winter sun.

“Please, give me some sign.” If there would be no forgiveness, he would wish for death. Just then, the bells began to chime.

Thank you for reading! This little story is the result of a mini fiasco with my Wordpress blog, in which the same story posted multiple times. So I've taken the opportunity to replace all of the duplicates with new 50-word stories, all based on the prompt theme of "bells."