Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about a strange happening that changes a man, begins after the photo.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Just a Little Sip
“Ah, another fine day in Dover,” said Octavio, the knight.
“What’s fine about it? It’s practically rainin’,” said Seamus, the second knight.
“Aye. ‘Tis what a fine day in Dover is like.”
“You two aren’t going to bicker all day, are you?” said Paulus, the third knight.
Below them, Richard awoke to smell the familiar scents of piss and vomit, all caked upon his shabby clothes, threadbare from 13 years of life in the streets. He was a man with a broken heart, a broken mind, and a broken spirit. He heard voices, but that was hardly new. But this time, the voices weren’t talking at him like before.
“But it’s been the same bloody view for centuries.”
“Granted, it was clever to hide in the glass of this window, but…” said Octavio.
Richard rolled up on his knees to look for the voices. There! The knights in the stained-glass window, moved! He looked around him. People passed by, oblivious of the miracle happening right in front of them. Richard looked back at the bickering stained-glass knights.
“Now look at this one. He see us!” Seamus pointed at Richard.
“Impossible,” said Paulus.
“Poor wretch,” said Octavio. “He’s broken through and through.”
“A perfect candidate for a sip,” said Seamus.
“NO! Forget it,” bellowed Paulus. “The Grail must be kept hidden for the good of all Christianity.”
“Kept until when?”
“Until…until, well until the time is right!”
“When will that be?”
“He’s a pious man, obviously. Look at him kneeling,” said Octavio. “Give him a bit. Just a little sip.”
Grudgingly, Paulus pulled The Grail out from behind his shield and held it into the rain. He poured the blessed water into Richard’s gaping mouth. Richard’s eyes rolled and he fainted.
Three years later, Richard leaned on the fender of his Jaguar and gazed at the window, remembering the dream that changed him. He had awoke feeling that all things were possible. Since then, he’d published four self-help books, two still remained on the bestseller list. His seminars were in high demand in five countries.
“Thank you goodly knights,” he said with a wink. It seemed silly to thank a hallucination, but he believed and taught that miracles happen every day if you only care to look. Perhaps dream or perhaps hallucination, it changed him, so he gave thanks for it.
And then it seemed like maybe, just maybe…a stained-glass knight winked back.
Every week, Alastair Forbes presents an original photo as a writing prompt for flash fiction. All are welcome to join this group of writers that hail from many corners of the world. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/sunday-photo-fiction-january-19th-2014/