Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The church is freezing, though it isn’t particularly cold outside. Suddenly even attending Mass seems an exceptionally pious act.
The tourists walking through blow steam from their lips. They clasp their hands to warm them, though it’s a good gesture in case they also want to make a petition. The ceiling in St. Vitus Cathedral at Prague Castle is blue with golden stars. A woman gazes up at these stars, her scarf falling away from her red nose. An Italian man had grown distracted by the relics ages ago and began circling this woman instead. Finally moved to courage, he move close to her, “Wie gehts?” She raises an eyebrow first, then cocks her head in his direction, as though she isn’t too sure, but it seems someone is nearly standing on her feet.
She blinks. He grins. “Wie gehts,” he tries once more.
She must shake her head in English.
He adapts, “Oh! It’s German for ‘how are you?’ I thought you were a German.” To this she gives no reaction, but she lets him stand close as she moves to a set of candles, and he puts his arm around her waist to guide her.
–Prague, Czech Republic.