I’m here. Finally.
“One more item off my Bucket List”, I say to Carlotta.
My eyes can’t seem to absorb all of the beauty. The walls of this cathedral are covered with masterful art from top to bottom.
My heart is beating fast.
Every inch of me is shaking at the thought that I’m standing in the midst of all this creative spiritual beauty.
“Children! Remember, God is everywhere but never more present than in the Sistine Chapel”, said Sister Mary Annunziciata in a raised tone.
I can hear her, clearly, as I stand here taking in the ecclesiastically magnificent imagery of all this reverent artistry.
Tears begin to well in my eyes from the breathtaking splendor. I never imagined I’d step foot in this majestic cathedral.
Overwhelming chills wrap their arms around me. My head throbs from the excitement. I’ve arrived at a place I never thought I’d see.
“Ignacia, are you alright?”, I hear my friend shouting.
Serene white light.
Word Count: 167
Genre: Flash Fiction
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