Saint Weddings · Stories · No. 02
Beneath Golden Domes
Marble the colour of milk, mosaics the colour of honey.
Marble the colour of milk, mosaics the colour of honey. They were crowned under a chandelier the size of a small sun, then walked out into a storm of petals.
Some ceremonies are quiet. This one rang. The choir found the dome and stayed there, the candles multiplied in the gold, and the two of them stood very still at the centre of it, the way you stand when you know a moment is bigger than you are.
Afterwards, on the marble staircase, the formality fell away all at once. He lifted her, the petals came down, and the same basilica that had been solemn for an hour started laughing with everyone else.
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“The gold held the light, and the light held them.”
Beneath Golden Domes · Autumn
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