Kay, I'm not quite sure what to make of this post. I don't really like it, but I haven't posted something in forever so this will do. I didn't really have anything in mind when I started writing and it turned out kind of strange...

    The rain pattered down gently on the steps of an old church. It draped the church and surrounding buildings with a soft grey curtain, hiding the boarded up windows and broken beer bottles. A girl kneeled on the steps of the decrepit church, half hidden by a tall grey pillar. Her blue eyes were focused on a figure no more than three feet away from her. She studied the boy with unblinking attention through the black curls that spilled over her face. She followed the waves of his red hair as it grew darker and darker in the rain. She mentally traced his profile, the jutting eyebrows and too large nose, with a pointy chin and a skinny neck. He bent his head lower, and she memorized the shape of the boy’s back as he knelt towards the church. His lips moved in silent prayer and hers moved with him. Finally, the boy stood up to leave. He turned towards her and his gaze seemed to draw her out. Slowly the girl rose and stood before the boy, arms held out in welcome. He frowned and rubbed his eyes but did not turn away. She smiled, revealing perfect pearls, and advanced slowly, placing her hand on his heart. They both glowed briefly at the touch and then it faded. The girl stepped back, placing both hands on her own heart. ”Thank you.” She said. He frowned and shook his head as if to clear it. She watched his back as it disappeared into the rain and finally entirely as he rounded the corner. She hated to see him go, but she knew he would be back. In the mean time, she had his prayer. The girl sighed and returned to her vigil. The prayer she put in a locket around her neck; proof to her son that somone still visited this decrepit old church.