The attic is drafty and dark. Items such as handmade angels and Christmas decorations fill it. There is one small round window to let in light although they do not have glass. It is very hot and smells of dust. Extra candles fill one side and donations fill another.
Attic, Inside Church
vulture
altar boy
I work at the church, helping the priest. I am young and believe in god. I do not like those who do not love god.
This is so creepy I don't understand why they can't send someone else up here for these things.. wait a minute what's that? -tilts head quizzically- Are you.. a bird? What kinda bird are you? Why are you so bald? I am a vulture have you never seen one? WOW!!!!! What kinda creature are you, you speak== I am simply a vulture accustomed to death. Death? Do you deal in death? I am but an observer. What do you seek from me?? From you boy? Nothing, I simply took the chance I saw in the open window and figured it would be a place for me to relax. Relax... from all the death you create?? I watch, not create. There is a certain beauty in seeing something through its last moments.