55 fiction entry

An Aging Faith
Skin thick; edema, solid lichen-covered trunks. 

Weekly, she'd struggled: dress socks!?

Perpetually running late; Colonel was irked. But, 

secretly he liked their grand entrance, heads discreetly turned, 

the silence broken by his walker scraping stone.

Her face reddened; 

painstakingly he shuffled to the third pew, 

devoutly kneeling 

praying for the grace to stand.

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