Chapel of the Holy Cross

In Arizona, there’s a chapel built on the side of a cliff. They needed special permissions to build it. Now, people come from far away just to light candles in a Frank Lloyd Wright church.

My mother dragged me there. I’d been to Arizona plenty of times, so I texted while she drove. She never mentioned that it was the view on the way there, a huge pane of glass divided by two beams to form a cross, that made it worth the trek.

I only saw it on the way back, after I’d pieced together the image from items in the gift shop. I took pictures through the car window, but it wasn’t the same. I’d missed that first look from far away, tinted with anticipation. I only got the wistful final glance.

Margaret Madole is a student from Connecticut. She has been known to act and dance, and occasionally to travel. She has been published in Parallax Online Literary Journal.

See more of her work in 7.2 and 7.2 again.