Brigitte exhaled as she came upon the Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne.
Pensively she said, “Papa would have been tearful. He carried painful memories of the war in his heart, Gabrielle.”
“Henri, why did you die before you could find peace?”
Mama had never spoken about those times; nor did Papa.
After the funeral, I promised Mama I’d bring her here. Now, she’d find peace for both.
Viewing the inside of this beautiful cathedral, it was difficult to imagine the terror they felt during the revolution. They survived because of this church.
Mama sat with closed eyes and prayed.
She never awoke.
Genre: Historical Fiction *****
Word Count: 100 Words
***** Research led me to the information that Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon was a cathedral built in 13th and 14th century France. After some background history, I used my imagination to create this fictitious story.
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers in this challenge click here: