As dusk settled over the thatched rooftops, Constance joined the candlelit procession. Villagers carried beeswax candles, their flickering flames casting shadows on the cobblestones. The air smelled of pine resin and frankincense. The church bells tolled, and Constance's heart swelled with anticipation.
The procession wound through narrow lanes, past herb gardens and wooden crosses. Saint Cuthbert's statue, adorned with garlands of ivy and rosemary, led the way.
Constance clutched her candle, its warm glow illuminating her face. She whispered prayers for her ailing mother and for the harvest to come.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Feast of Saint Cuthbert
FantastikA short story rooted in Christian beliefs about a girl named Constance taking place during a festival.
