Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast
It had been quiet as usual, apart from those times when the services were on. I had a part-time job in the cathedral. I did various tasks, from the top of the gantry to do the stained-glass windows, to the lowest part in the crypt where I moved odd objects, but very gently.
I had been in the crypt, but for some reason I headed up. There was a strange noise, and it was getting louder. And then the whole ceiling disappeared into the sky, as the crypt ripped out.
I stared, and stared. It was a spacecraft. How extraordinary!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Sorta Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
we found
in that house of the holy
piety is a money pit
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“Ceiling Trek: The Next Iteration”!
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Crypt, …the very word signifies ‘danger’, Chris, …( to my mind anywho! ) …and step slowly from the spacecraft…. At least ‘til I get there! …💙
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Hmmm makes me wonder what was in those relics…..
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Wow! A movie worthy story.
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Very appropriate short story for Erich von Däniken who recently passed away.
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