House Hunting

‘You are joking.’

Matthias smiles.

‘It’s a church.’

‘Therein lies the genius. Nobody will suspect the likes of us to seek sanctuary here.’

His smile widens. I bury my face in hands. He has a point, as usual. I love him to bits. Without his kindness, I wouldn’t have survived the first nights. But sometimes, his ancient weirdness bothers me. As does the idea of moving into a church.

‘And it’s disused – nobody to ask us in.’

His smile splits his face.

‘I’ll invite you,’ he says. ‘It comes with a spacious crypt.’

‘It’s your old church? Now that’s creepy.’

***

I’ve decided to give Mesh a go. Not sure I like the way it crops the photos, though. What do you think?

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