Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: It's been a minute since your sundae. You deserve a sweet treat. You excuse yourself ...

It's been a minute since your sundae. You deserve a sweet treat. You excuse yourself and set off to find the baker.

Your nose leads you up to the sacristy. The heavy smell of chocolate seeps out from under the thick door. You knock.

A dark-haired woman greets you, dressed in green and gold vestments. She smiles. You melt like warm caramel.

"Have you come for Communion?" she asks, her voice like butter.

"OK," you figure.

"With The Past, The Now, or The Eternal?" she asks, her words honey.