The priest lit a candle in the altar for intentions. He sat and prayed to God for the departed soul.
Little Juan burst into the sanctuary, calaveras makeup painted on his face. He tugged on the priest’s robes. “Your Madre would want you to celebrate! She is in heaven, Padre!”
“How can I celebrate? She is but a few days in her grave. I can’t be happy now, Juan.”
Juan took a wrapped taffy from his pocket and placed it next to the priest’s candle.
The priest smiled, allowing just a touch of Dio de Muertos to cheer him.
This was written for the October 31st Carrot Ranch Prompt, Day of the Dead. I took inspiration from the syncretization of indigenous beliefs and Catholicism that go into the Mexican celebration.