Still - Part 1
STILL
Stillness was the sound of the surroundings. The clemency of the floor and the ceiling was ridden by the innocent chirping of the birds, crisscrossing the palatial domain. And the air was dead.
The luminous light of the sun transcends into the dark tainted colors of the tinted glass windows. It was the only light of the interior where it drove shadow to a woman inside a thick coat.
It was past half of the lighted day and the rest were silent. A woman in slow phrases of walk was heading to confession room. She was perfectly wrapped. The only opening of her body was her sight that led her where she went.
She can hardly walk. Her dropped head added a curve to her leaning body figure. She was motionless except for her two trembling feet that gave her a walk towards the confession room located at the eastern side of the cathedral.
No one knew her name, but her constant presence at the cathedral was witnessed by the photographers, people selling candles, balloons, street foods and other merchandise. She was a frequent visitor to the cathedral.
That day would seem to be her last visit to the cathedral. She was weaker than the other times of her visit. It was difficult for her to seize breath. No one dear to assist her for she looked like a witch.
To be continue........
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