The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story/poem or something using around 200 words with the photo as a guide.
He stared down at the perfect triangle of candles, wishing someone might light those candles for him someday. Not likely, his rational brain interjected, though how someone like him might have a rational brain was a mystery yet to be solved.
They came, day after day after day, and he imagined the candles shone like the stars. He had heard about stars, but had never seem them. These candles were the closest he would ever come to heaven.
He thought about heaven sometimes, what it was, what it must be like, who was allowed to go. He knew he wasn’t, but it would have been nice to have heaven to look forward to once the cathedral tumbled and was forgotten. He’d heard rumors some of his kind had escaped, but they lived outside. Inside was different. Stone arches blurred to wings. How could he break free?
So, he’d long ago given up the thought of freedom, watching instead the candles burning below. Dreaming of night skies and stars and the cool scent of roses on grass.
“Mommy, what is that?” the little girl asked, pointing up.
“It’s called a gargoyle, dear. Isn’t it ugly?”
The little girl giggled as they walked away.