” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
She opened the door. It scraped across the wooden planks. Her arm pushed against the jewelled knob. Sun melted over the mermaid mosaic on the floor. It was as she remembered it. The ceiling arched into rose stained glass windows. On the highest beam hung a silver cross with a red velvet crescent over the center.
” Jezebella,” a monk skirted one of the reliquaries buffeting the back of the building, his morning beer and bread in hand…..
What happens next?