The following story was written in response to Rochelle’s FridayFictioneers photo prompt. This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Kelvin M. Knight
This clock reminded him of that church. The wood was identical to those pews. The carvings were the flourishes on that stonework. And those bells, clanging and clonking whenever, wherever, until Sunday arrived whereupon the bell tower became possessed.
The thought of it made him grind his teeth. The worst part was not the unsettling noise, though, it was the lack of consideration for others. Superiority was typical of that church. So much for humbleness and humility being the flagstones of Christianity.
Seeing that bell rope coiling, snaking, he closed his eyes and concentrated on this gentle hourly tinging.
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