Short Story

Vespers

Written for Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts
Weekend Challenge
, incorporating the word
‘silhouette’. Today’s amazing graphic
is by Kevin @ The Beginning At Last/
No Theme Thursday
. This is my story.

© Kevin @ The Beginning At Last/No Theme Thursday

As twilight draped the monastery in a cloak of shadows, Brother Elias kneeled at the window, his silhouette framed against the fading light. Every evening he prayed fervently, seeking guidance for a secret that haunted his heart.

The air was thick with incense, mingling with the chill of the approaching night. Tonight, however, the stillness was broken by an eerie rustling outside. Elias peered into the dusky night, his heart racing. Was it merely a nocturnal creature or something more sinister? He recalled the disturbing stories of a stranger lurking in the village – a figure cloaked in mystery, whispering secrets of the past.

As the bell rang for vespers, Elias felt a chill envelope him as unseen hands tugged at him, trying to drag him into the shadows. With each fervent word mumbled in prayer, he sensed the weight of the hidden truth pressing against the monastery walls, closing in on him.

At that moment Elias knew he would do whatever was necessary to keep the secret from being uncovered by the enigmatic presence lurking beyond.

NAR©2025

This is “Holy Diver” by Dio

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29 thoughts on “Vespers”

  1. Oooo, I definitely felt the chills, and will Elias keep the secret, …I tried the video Nancy, ..it says unavailable, …(maybe the grasping hands got to it,…although Fandango heard it so, maybe it’s my iPad) 💫🤫💫

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