Entering the nave

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 colorโ€ฆ 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.


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