For anyone interested, the prompt was simply to write a Tritina.
Today, however, was a favourite of mine. I use this one every time I can - to read Charles Simic’s "Church of Insomnia" and then attempt writing your own Church.
Church of Austerity
Each parishioner's breath fogs on the frigid air. The organ pipes are frozen up, a maintenance sign gathers dust as it hangs like a cross. The preacher opens his holy book; a stack of past due notices and collected reciepts. The pews stark white and bare - bereft of comfort.
"It's all for the greater good" he says with a cruel smile.
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