Jun 1, 2018
@moraurelia
Alice tapped her pen against the folder, staring up at the large doors of the church. She was never one for religion--honestly, it was easier to blame yourself and move on than constantly as some higher power why they bothered, or why they couldn’t grant what you asked for. Too many people had been disappointed, yet even more still believed in some...witch living in a pond. Yeah right.
Trying not to laugh at that thought, Alice shook her head and opened the doors. She looked around a bit. It was...dreary for her. Honestly, it gave her a pang of loneliness in her stomach. The old wood, the windows...all of it.
She took a deep breath in, held it, then slowly released. “Hello? Is anybody available?” she called.
