Silver Cross

The door to the church was colored with the stain glass. Josie opened the door confidently, knowing her way all over the church as she and Rose had constantly visited the place.

Upon entering in, they were greeted with a cold air. Silence filled the room, leaving only their footsteps to be heard. Josie who was more familiar with the church, finds nothing new with the view, letting Shawn to enjoy his time.

“You often come here?”

“Yes, with Rose,” Josie confirmed. “We have visited here almost weekly for as long as I can remember. Praying to God and helping to clean the garden at times. There’s a statue of an angel behind and it’s the prettiest I have seen. I am sure you would like it as well.”

Josie had walked straight with her head turned to Shawn, not realizing how there was a person in front of her and bumped to their chest flatly.

“Ouch,” she sighed.

“Ouch as well,” said the other person in front of her. He lifted his face that was colored in a smile, “Oh, Josephine. I was thinkin