The priest was pleased. The schoolchildren seemed to enjoy their visit to his church.
“Next we have something very special,” he said.
The children oohed and aahed.
“Chainmail and swords?” said a girl. “In a church?”
“Yes, these were used by Johann Baker, our sacred protector.”
“Was he a knight?” a boy asked.
“No, he was a baker,” said the priest.
Another boy smacked the first one on the head, and was reprimanded by the teacher.
The priest continued. “A long time ago, this church was attacked by marauders. They were after our artifacts, you see. Most of the townspeople panicked and ran away, but Johann stayed. He armed himself with the items you see here, and defended the church alone.”
“Some say God blessed Johann with eternal life that day, that he may protect the church until the end of days.”
The children seemed adequately impressed so the priest moved on. He didn’t notice that the teacher stayed behind.
The teacher waited until he was alone, then bowed his head in prayer.
“Oh Lord, once more I beg of you, release me.”
A sob escaped his throat, and tears poured from his eyes.
“Please let me die.”
Thanks for reading!
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – July 31st 2016