The Last Rite
Photo Prompt by Icy Sedgwick
Tears glistened in her eyes, obscuring the image before her. She swallowed the pain, trying to see the fractured light as stars instead of the truth rising to greet her.
How many times had she climbed these steps?
A lifetime of rites flashed through her mind.
Saints and sacraments. Confessions and candles.
This would be her final passage through those great doors. One last time for the woman who had taught her about love, about sacrifice, and about strength. The one who had taught her that faith conquers all.
Except this time.
No ancient rituals brought her back from the brink, or saved her from a single day of suffering.
This would be the last time she would taste the blood and the flesh. The last time she would kneel and be blessed. One more time for her.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.