At the temple he took off his shoes and lit a candle.

As he went through the doorway of the temple, Luk could hear the thump of his feet as he crossed the room, which was lit by a single flickering candle.

The Buddhist bells tinkled as he walked past them in the half darkness.

When he got to the Buddhist statue, he knelt down and breathed in the aromatic scent of the flowers, pink, orange and blue.

He lit three more candles, one for him, one for the Buddhist God and one for Mali. “Please let her be alright,” he whispered with his head bowed and his hands clasped together.

Erin M W.P.S.

 

 

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