Shards of Coloured Glass by Talesha French

The shards of the shattered stained-glass window sprawled out across the dead earth. The colours mixed like confetti, no one would really know what the beautiful window once showed. The round, top hollow frame of where the glass once stood strong towered over the group of friends. The stillness of the empty cathedral unsettled most. Well, it should have, they had plenty to seek repentance for.