A Child’s Prayer – Constrained Writing (CW) – Drabble
This is where God lives I thought stepping inside. A wooden cross stretched floor to roof against the farthest wall. Silence deep and still surrounded me. He’d notice me missing soon, his favorite girl, his special friend. The soft carpet swallowed my hurried steps.  I passed cushioned pews, soft light through stained-glass cast patterns on my hands. My heart beat hard in awe and in desperation. If anywhere God could hear me, I knew it must be here. Seven years old, I prayed for the first and the last time. Please God take my life, take me before he does…
