This one hundred word flash fiction story of mine has been inspired by my reading and enjoyment of the flash fiction stories posted on The Drabble.
A VIEW FROM THE BALCONY
Kelvin M. Knight
Such a wonderful view. From up here the chandeliers sparkled and formed a miniature sun. Down there, the incense holder glowed like an evil eye. Closing her eyes, Ali saw patterns of light dancing above the heads of the congregation. They weren’t nodding heads, they weren’t singing heads, they weren’t prayerful heads, not yet. And the leading lights of this diocese had not yet processed in, but these light patterns intensified into streams of water, flowing from everyone’s heads into one large stream, which flowed upwards into a waterfall. Water raging into and out of that cross. Surrounded by fire.