“Where is everyone?” John asked the pastor. “I’ve got everything ready. The printed programs are in the pews and on the chairs, the hymnals are placed in the seat backs. I’ve put bottled water strategically around the chapel. The service is scheduled to start in five minutes, but no one is here. What’s going on?”
“John, didn’t you get my email?” The pastor asked.
“I don’t recall seeing it,” John said.
“I see,” the pastor said. “The bishop felt that, given these new, more highly transmittable strains of the virus, we should resume virtual services again until further notice.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Marie Gail Stratford.