A ‘Drabble’
Gratified, Elna examined the dilapidated old church with an artist’s eye as she approached. How odd that all the other renovators had refused to take this project – it was a dream!
The wood panels had been drab even in their heyday, she observed, inspecting the crumbling exterior. Entering the nave, she scanned the walls expertly. The interior was likewise dreary; only the stained windows offered any colorโฆ Perhaps the community might like some pastels; a more modern flavor?
Climbing to the pulpit, Elna suddenly shivered, feeling an eerie drop in temperature, as though she had crossed an ethereal boundary.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
The Skeptic's Kaddish ๐ฎ๐ฑ 
I guess even ghosts do not take to change too well. This is a cool write David!
๐๐๐ป thanks, Carrie! ๐๐ป๐
The spirits arenโt welcoming her it seems. Intriguing, David!
โค๏ธ๐๐ป thanks, Keith ๐๐ปโค๏ธ
Some people hate change, might need to skip the pastels, LOL!
๐ ๐๐ป qbit ๐๐ป๐
What an eerie, mysterious ending, David!
๐๐๐ป Sara ๐๐ป๐
oooh and where she lands nobody knows.. nice David! ๐
๐งก๐๐ป Cindy ๐๐ป๐งก
Very Stephen King-ish.
๐๐๐ป Dolly ๐๐ป๐