Five Sentence Fiction – Inspire
As he watched the townsfolk bustle through the narrow streets, the cartwheels and horses hooves carving through the mud, he had the tiniest glimpse of how the world looked from the heavens.
Up here, seeing the streets through the tiny window inside the spire, he was a few feet closer to god; the influence and guidance he gave him were that much clearer, the work he could offer him would reach new heights of purity.
He rested on his stool, dipped his quill into the ink pot, and opened the book of lined parchments to a new page.
He did not need to hear the instruments or even the notes, he heard the music in the dots and marks he drew being channelled directly into his consciousness.
The inspiration was coming from above; it was perfect.