The Church of the Arsonphobia

The Church of the Arsonphobia

In here, there are candlesticks with no flickering flame, no guiding light.

But there are, at each end of every pew, big buckets of water—bought by the barrel, the holy kind of course—should you need it.

‘Welcome brethren,’ the pastor says from the pulpit,
whilst wearing a parachute to protect himself from the final leap of faith.

‘Welcome,’ the pastor says ‘here, you are safe and will be saved.’

Whilst unseen, a firefly flits through the rafters in the gathering gloom. 

Talia Hardy 2012

Image: Courtesy Dumbledad


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