Standing small but with the tallest presence, Mrs. Stone's eyes scanned the room of the countless familiar faces ready and willing to listen. Taking in her deepest breath she began reliving the fond memories of visiting Sunday school as one of the many small children who grew up in Sunny Village.
"Meeting families each person having their own dreams and individual character, and as a young girl witnessed unmeasurable levels of commitment poured into our close-knit village neighbourhood. "All those vast different qualities contribute to a timeline filled with the purest history such as ours and will no doubt continue forever."
Mrs. Stone paused, the room never before as silent as it was now sensed the emotion rush through her, the feeling of gratitude to be given an opportunity she had waited for, for so long. Mrs. Stone smiles and once again inhaling deeply continues to fight a cause she wholeheartedly believed would Honer a place that she has called home her entire life.
Sarah quite liked the church's timeless look, faded white brick, and flaking layers of paint. The old clock tower whose hands no longer turn, and its Celtic iron bell Sarah had never heard chime. On the first day of reopening to the public, Sarah had a flashback of images in her mind.
Lola skipped toward its spiral-carved wooden doors and how small it made her look in comparison. Lola then would have been five years old, a child that age usually enters what David used to call the 'Magpie Phase' basically meaning when Lola saw things big, shiny, triple the altitude, or absolutely anything! She knew most definitely shouldn't, increased their daughter's motivation further to pursue said forbidden object, so it was no surprise to Sarah when her daughter had asked to be lifted onto her mother's shoulders and touch the out-of-reach extravagant angel brass doorknocker.
Forgetting to wear a watch today and leaving her mobile phone on the nightstand at home, Sarah wondered how much time had passed since sitting down, suddenly feeling tired and with wishful thinking, Sarah leaned her head slightly forward into her chest, in the exact moment her heavy eyelids had closed heard a loud dissonant honk.
Immediately lifting from her uncomfortable seat, Sarah started to follow the all too recognizable car horn, but first jotted a mental note to meet with Sunny Village council board about replacing that old, crooked bench. Yet another item added to Sarah's never-ending checklist.