It was Johnathan’s first morning in the monastery, not even a novitiate, yet he was beginning to feel he’d found his vocation. Once he donned the robe and sandels of a Franciscan Brother all the Friars called him Brother Johnathan, and he felt at home.
This morning he set his alarm extra early, wanting to get to the chapel early to say a few private prayers before the others got there for Morning Prayers. He did feel a bit uneasy when he encountered modern hallways, always thinking that a Monastery should be made of cold stone, not modern and carpeted.
A little one for today’s Friday Fictioneers – January 20, 2017.
This week’s photo prompt was provided by © Dale Rogerson. Thanks Dale.