Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your daily dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
Today’s entry: Church
His first task was finished. Now Aaron’s mission began.
I built a church. He let the feeling sink in. This is my church. This is where I will keep my people safe.
He walked inside and took in every bench, every carving and every balk.
The angel had been right. The world would need saving. Now more than ever. It had truly turned red.
Aaron walked down the aisle.
A place for praying, he though and turned right at the altar. A place for surviving. He opened a hatch in the floor.
A place for hiding.
The bunker below would withstand countless days of constant bombs. It also had food for years.
He still wondered if it was enough. Aaron himself could survive on less then a tenth of the meals planned. But not everyone had survived imprisonment, starving and torture.
Aaron was one of the few lucky enough to have that experience. He wished no one else would need to learn the teachings he had been taught.
Behind a fake wall, he had hid weapons in all forms and sizes. He would train the men, the women, and the children. Everyone should know how to save themselves. Especially in this world.
He hit his heel against another hatch. The metal multiplied his knocks into an echo.
And as with every war, Aaron thought. Prisons are necessary. It was sound proof. For the sake of the children. They should never have to know what their priest does to those unlucky enough to end up down there.
After all, this was Aaron’s church. The innocent should feel safe here. They should stay innocent.
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