The boy pressed his hand
to the cool interior wall,
sitting on the floor
of a dark, empty chapel.
Outside the sun blazed,
and humidity oppressed.
The orphan created
a narrative in his head,
one based on some strange logic.
If hell was an "eternal
torment of flames,"
then the cool interior
of the monk's chapel
must be the anti-hell --
a place that devoured
the heat of hell-fire...
but what did that make
that baking place
that was outside
those thick walls.
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You created a fantastic word picture. In my mind, I could see the small boy touching the wall with his hand and speculating about Hell.
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Thank you.
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