Hindu temple columns


“I don’t do this often.”

The church was empty, lights dim.

“I need help.”

Blood. Not his own, but painted on his lips.

“Fix me. Please.”

Silence except for his racing heart. The building moaned against a breeze.

He tucked the knife into his jacket and waited for an answer.


L. David Hesler

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    Quite perfect, if you ask me! I love this piece.