A piece for Al Forbes’ Sunday Photo Fiction.
The Golden Circle
“He’s the king.”
“We can’t trust him.”
“But he’s the king.”
“He killed eight people.”
“He’s the king.”
In the nation of Vallakha, there was no way to remove a monarch. He was installed by God and was above the law. So when King Jerome III began roaming the palace halls, killing servants and courtiers, there was intense discussion about to what to do.
“He controls the prisons. Nothing is higher than the king, except God himself.”
“Nothing but God . . .”
On the first day of summer, the king was imprisoned in his bedroom, surrounded by golden bars, which were blessed and made part of the Church. His guards were priests. His rule remained absolute through the whole nation, except for a circle, four inches wide, that surrounded him.
I was wandering around Daegu today and came across this church. If the Green-Walled Tower ever had a church attached to it, I’m sure it would look like this. (Plus, if I ever start a theological blog, I’ll have a good image for it. 🙂 )
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copyright Claire Fuller
The Poison Church
“Mommy, why are there spider webs up in the corners?”
“This church has been closed for years. People said it was poisoned because of all the lead in the roof and windows.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“No, it was just a scare. People overreacted. Don’t eat the shingles and you’ll be fine.”
“I see.” The little girl paused and looked around. “Then why are we all crowded in here now?”
“Remember all the stuff in the news today, all the flashing bulletins?”
“Breaking news,” the girl recited.
“And remember our other new word?”
“Right. This place will keep us safe.”