Sunday Photo Fiction – February 21st 2016

February 21, 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction

The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.

 Grace

There is Grace, he thought, then there is grace.

He stood across from the Grace Chapel, staring at the brick façade, trying to make sense of the world. He’d been somebody once, she said, had a life, a career, a family. All that was gone now, leaving him with memories which, even as he wanted to believed, might well be false.

He attended this Church once, she said, going from school to chapel and back again. Since the accident, nothing was the same. They’d changed him; done to him things nobody should have done. Did changing the body change the soul?

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Grace, the woman who freed him, worked to return him to his former life. He could accept her, his Grace, or return to what little he remembered, seek grace wherever it might hide.

An impossible choice. A woman and child exited the building. She’d told him they were his wife and son. Both thought him dead.  He didn’t remember either.

Painfully, he watched the pair walk to a car and drive away.

It was true, you could never go home again.