“The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight. If you’re serious about your decision, now’s the time to go.” Her father put down his newspaper, folded it in his lap. “The longer you wait, the harder it’ll be.”
Ella put her hands to her face and looked at the floor.
“It’s such a final thing. Once it’s done, I can’t take it back.” She rubbed her forehead and ran her hands through her hair. “Afterward, every night and forever, I’ll hear those bells ringing, reminding me what I gave up.”
“It’s just a short time until tomorrow,” he warned, unfolding his paper to begin where he left off.
Written in response to a flash fiction prompt from Write on Edge to use the quote: “The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight” in a piece no longer than 108 words.