February 5 Prompt: Any, any, forest cathedral, written for Northanger Abbey.
“Our great great grandfather led the first jamboree back in the day,” Taylor explained as they setup chairs around the park’s old bandstand. Another person might not admit to a mere assistant that of her entire inheritance—the big house, acres of land, and endowment for her studies—this folksy gospel relic of her mother's past comforted the most.
Caitlin listened to her, though, just like the friend Taylor had always prayed for.
