The challenge word is Stall. It became a little darker than I anticipated. Hope you enjoy.
It was hard to know who was supporting who but both of them were critically relieved to make it into the dark warmth of the abandoned chancel's stall. The rich wood of the old church's pew enfolded them as they sprawled carelessly beside each other, breath hitching in painful synergy, as their heart rates fought to return to normal. Rasping exhaustion robbed them of speech.
Finally, large hands reached across to pry reluctant fingers from the bloody barb that pierced through ruined denim, tearing trembling muscle to bite the bone beneath as unbidden sibilant pain whispered to the silent cross.
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