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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“Listen to me, Muriel. You must do this for me. You must!” He thrust the worn leather Bible into her hands, closing her slender fingers around the spine. “Do not let it go.”
“But Father, I don’t understand-!”
“I haven’t the time to explain. Sometimes there are things that must be done without question and without ever knowing why.”
“But Father-!”
“Shh. Just know that I love you, my child. I love you dearly and I would do anything in this world to be sure that you never have to live the kind of life I am burdened with now.”
“Father-!”
“Take this. Go directly to St. Bartholomew and ask to see Ashbury.”
“Ashbury? Ashbury, who? What do you-”
“You need only say that word and they will help you. They must. Just as I must let you go now.” He kissed her forehead, tenderly. One weathered hand cupped her soft cheek and then his smile wavered. “Go quickly, child. Godspeed.”
(c) Sara Harricharan