Chapel of Unanswered Prayers
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The picture is Chapel of Unanswered Prayers.
Scenario
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Candles crowd a long ledge. Open papers cover the ledge and the step below it, sheets weighted by their own damp, words showing and not being read aloud. At the end of the nave, a niche stands empty. The wall beside the ledge is papered with prayers already pinned and left, corners curled, pinheads dull. Wax has run down the stone in old paths and hardened.
A man in a worn coat reads one prayer in his hands. His mouth does not move. The paper shakes once with his breath and steadies. Three figures, already done with their own papers, walk the nave toward the door and do not turn around. Their steps fade. One of them pauses at the door as if a last look were possible, and then does not take it. The door stays open behind them for a while.
He steps to a wooden cross fixed under the niche. His hand rises and stops short of the wood. The grain is close enough to warm and he does not touch it. The prayer stays in his other hand. He sets it on the step with the open papers, face up, the words still showing. A corner lifts in a draft from the door and settles back, still readable, still unanswered.
A candle near his sleeve burns into a stump and goes over. The flame dies against a book whose cover is scorched, a black kiss that does not spread into fire. He takes the book and the stump off the ledge and sets them on the stone, not back among the burning row. The stump rolls a little, meets the book, and stops. Smoke from the dead wick is a brief thread and is gone.
The three figures are gone. The door eases shut. The sound is small. He remains with the empty niche at his shoulder and the wall of papers at his back. Time passes as the other candles burn level, none of them replaced, wax adding to the old paths. The scorched cover, after the flame dies, raises a pale blister in the leather and lets the blister sink flat, a scar that was not there when the book sat on the ledge. He watches it finish and does not rub it. Wax from a living candle reaches the place where the stump stood and stops at the empty stone, unwilling to cross onto the gap. The three sets of footsteps are already gone from the nave. His own shoes stay where he stopped, short of the cross. One pinned prayer on the wall loosens at its lower corner after the door shuts, the paper bowing out and then hanging by a single pin. He does not press it flat. The ledge holds what has burned down. No one puts a new candle where the stump was. The papers stay open. His prayer is one more sheet on the step, and the niche stays empty above the cross he did not touch.