The sound reverberated through the streets. Chant. Gregorian. Darkness illuminated by thousands of candles, human snakes weaving their way through the streets. This was the first time I'd visited Taize but knew it would not be the last.

Simon did not feel the same. Hated being surrounded, enclosed by people. Unnerved, anxious clinging onto me like a child instead of a man ten years older.

I felt at one with the crowd, heard the repetetive words flow through me, part of me for evermore. Tried to shrug away the insistent pulling at my coat sleeve, ignore Simon's shout in my ear.

We broke away and sat drinking hot chocolate at a nearby cafe. I felt confused, unChristian, angry with him.

He slowly relaxed, stopped shaking and smiled. Unaware of my sudden hatred


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Anglea (joined almost 12 years ago)

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flash fiction Anxiety Taize Gregorian chant


The sound reverberated through the streets.
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