The org



8h05p. m.  

She had been lost for so long, it seemed. She had been turning around in circle all day and now night time had fallen. What a ridiculous thing to admit to someone you’ve just met, she thought; “Hi! My name is Marie and although I wear the same name as Jesus mother, I once got lost in a church. Can you believe that? How funny, enh? ” But it wasn’t funny at all. The lights we’re down and soon, she would be all alone in this church without any lights except the tiny candle she had paid to light. A church. How come everyone is afraid in a church, she though as she tried yet again to find her way out. Isn’t a church supposed to be comforting? It is the house of God, isn’t it? But Marie had always been afraid to go into these places alone. The statues looks too real, or maybe it was the fact that these buildings glorified the death of someone, she wasn’t sure exactly what it was but she had always been afraid. Maybe a priest was still there. Maybe he’d help her out once he was done repenting. Maybe she’d get out of there alive.

9h05p. m.

The darkness, it had come, as Marie expected it to. She was now in the dark, all alone in this huge church. What was there more to do than just sit and wait until the next day, she thought, but as she sat down, the benches around her and underneath her small body started cracking, as if she didn’t belong there, as if they didn’t was her there.
So she stood up, examining the darkness. What could happen, she asked up loud,  trying to convince herself nothing bad could happen in the house of God. How could a church be so big? It was very lame of her  to have entered this place in the first place, she thought. She never came to church anymore, it had all stopped when her mother passed away, several years earlier. Oh well, she might as well just continue her search for the exit, she thought.

10h05p. m.

A cry. She wasn’t certain but she thought she had heard a cry, the cry of a little girl. She could have been imagining and. . .
There, again! She had heard it. She was positive now she wasn’t alone and this little girl was probably even more scared than she was. She had to find her.
-Little girl, where are you little girl? Marie asked out loud.
But no one answered. She followed the cried until she found, hidden under the big org, a little girl. She looked pale, kind of whitish and her clothes we’re all torn up. Marie toke her in her arms as the little girl held on Marie’s clothes tightly.
-Why are you hiding underneath this big piano? Marie asked calmly as she sat on one of the bench, the one which was the nearest, and made the little girl sit next to her.   
-My daddy was supposed to come for me, I must wait here. the little girl answered, tears rolling down her skinny face. He forgot, he forgot again.
-I’m sure he’s just late. Marie replied sadly, knowing the father had indeed forgotten.
What kind of parent would forget his child somewhere? Heartless, perhaps, very heartless, Marie thought. Such a sweet, sweet child, so skinny, so pale.
-I have been waiting for so long Madame, and I am so cold. the girl cried silently as she got closer to Marie. May I ask you to hold me, hold me until my father comes and brings me back home? I am so cold, I have been here for so long. . .
-Of course, and I’m sure your parents are driving right to this place this instant. They’ll be here very soon, you’ll see. . .
-Thank you. . . the little girl whispered as Marie toke her in her arm, covered her up with her coat and lied herself and the child on the bench for some rest. What is your name, if I may?  
-My name is Marie, what is yours? And don’t be scared, I’ll watch over you until you father gets here. . .
-My name is Garnet. . . Thank you Marie. . .
-It’s okay. . . . it’s okay. . .

7h05a. m.

The sun. She had slept through the night in this hug church. Slowly, she opened up her eyes to see a man, getting prepared for his ceremony. The little girl? . . . Where was she? Had her  careless father come and pick her up after all?
-Oh mister! Hey! Marie let out as she got up and walked to the priest quickly.
-How may I help you? Euh, and how come your in the church at this hour? the priest replied calmly. Did you. . . spend the night here?
-Long story, but have you seen a little girl leave? Marie asked worried. Her father was supposed to pick her up but he never. . .
-Shown up. . . yes, I know. . . I know. . . the priest  
said impatiently. But why are you mocking me? Everyone
knows this supposedly happened a long time ago.
-A long time ago? Marie asked impatiently. But I saw her last night, I mean, she slept in my arms and all. Look. Could you just tell me if her father picked her up this morning?
-I don’t think he could of even if he wanted to Madame.
-But why? Marie asked impatiently.
-Because he died about fifteen years ago. the priest replied calmly. Or so the legend goes.
-But she was waiting and. . . Marie started. Could you tell me the whole story please, maybe I’d understand better.    
-Yes, of course. the priest agreed as they both sat down on the stairs. Well, a urbane legend tells that about twenty years ago, a little girl was left here by her father.
Before leaving, he had told her to wait here, on these
stairs, for him, and he would come back soon to pick her  up. Well, hours passed, the sun had come down, and still, she was waiting. The father had forgotten her. What a terrible thing to do, isn’t it? the priest said calmly.
Then, the next day, when he finally came to pick her up, she was nowhere to be found. No one never saw her again.
That’s the whole story. Now if you’ll excuse me, I
have to finish preparing my ceremony.
-My God. . . she. . . she died. . . she waited so long and she died. . . Marie whispered sadly as she got up and walked to the org. Last night, when I saw her, she was under the org.
-What? That is quite impossible, no one can fit under there. the priest said as he joined Marie slowly.  
-But she could, and she did. Marie said sadly as she opened   the little door on the side of the org.
A skeleton was sitting there. Small and curdle up in a small ball. As if it was cold and looking for warmth, as if it was waiting on something. . . someone. . .
                                          The end
                                                                                                    
                                          Silver Sun