Silence.
All he knew was silence.
Long,
hard;
though not cold.
He did not regret his vow, indeed he believed in its importance; but sometimes he felt a bitterness while remembering speech; or song.
That is why when the choir came, everything changed.
As he sat listening, the sounds filled the air around him, embracing him as an old friend. Tears streamed from his eyes and left his cheeks sodden.
Without ever having been unhappy he was the happiest he had been since his vow.
A week later he left all habits and vows behind to serve God through song.
Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word Habit.
A very heartfelt transformation. Lovely 100 words.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful 100 words!
ReplyDeleteLovely 100 words
ReplyDeleteMay we all have such a moment...
ReplyDeleteahhhhhh choral music - a habit I would love to wear.
ReplyDeleteI love the sound of a choir, especially at Christmas!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed
Ally :)