Photo © Woongyoung Park, via Google Maps Photosphere
In Petitioners Square, the kneeling rich bought blessings with their tithes. We acolytes followed the priestesses beneath cracked plaster and crumbling arches, clad in rough, faded robes.
Later, waiting on Mother Valen, she allowed me a question.
“Why doesn’t the church repair Petitioners Square?”
She frowned. “Fiscal priorities. You wouldn’t understand.”
“But the renovations to Sisters Hall…” I blinked at her plush chair, the fabric walls.
“Come here, child.”
I approached, bowing. She struck me so hard I dropped my tray. Precious bowls shattered on the tiled floor.
“Clean that up. For breaking the dishes, take three weeks penance.” She turned away, dismissing me.
My heart screamed protest, but my secret gave me strength. Nobody knew the Goddess had already spoken to me. I would be the first in years to Rise.
And when I did, I’d remember those who corrupted the Goddess’s will.
I would make this good again.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Big thanks to Karen and John for hosting this fun challenge, which gives me the excuse to explore so many fun places around the world through the wonders of that adventurous Pegman of Google Maps! This week Pegman takes us to the Old Town of Riga, the capital of Latvia– specifically for this photo, Riga Cathedral. Click on the link above to see the stories others wrote and the images they chose, and to join in yourself. The more, the merrier!