porkyandthemob

David lay unconscious on the sofa.  A large crucifix hung on the wall over him.  Lightning flashed outside, the light sparkled through the small window opposite from him.  The window was also stained-glass, but very simple.  It was a green tree; the blue sky was its backdrop.  In the foreground was a child sitting against the tree, with a book.  The priest came in to check on him.  Seeing he was still asleep he left, smiling.  He walked out, up the center of the nave, passing benches and seats.  There were hundreds of them.  He stopped at the transept where another priest was waiting.  They spoke quickly – in Latin.