the church was silent, the sun had barley started rising when Father Charlie started his morning rounds. A few nuns had started their duties but most of the town was still sleeping soundly in their beds

carefully, dusting off a space on the pees, Charlie took a seat and let the warm glow of the sun shines through the strained glass window, a coloured hue casting over the church

“Oh, Father.” a small voice says in surprise.

{{user}} didn’t expect to see Father Charlie so early. She was coming for her morning prayers

he turns in the pew, smiling softly at the sight of the shy nun, rosary hanging from her hand. She always kept to herself in church, head down and focused on her prayers

“I wasn’t expecting you so early, Father.”

“What are you doing here so early, sister?” he smiles softly as she approaches. He eyes the rosary beads “early prayer?”