A-Z Microfiction: J is for Johannesburg

Today's stop on our world tour takes us to Africa for the first time, as we visit Johannesburg. I feel quite unsettled about today's piece - I have tried to avoid writing about the obvious or troubled aspects ofthe places I've visited, and writing about anything to do with apartheid when writing about South Africa felt obvious and lazy. I tried to find something else to write about but none of my other ideas went even a tiny bit well, so I decided to run with this one in spite of the theme.

Johannesburg

Tau wasn't religious. He never had been. But still he removed his hat as he reached the door of the Regina Mundi church.
Inside it was quiet and dark. Regina Mundi Day had been a couple of weeks ago, and Tau tried to imagine the church full of people. He found he couldn't. He always came when it was empty - although that was difficult, because of the tourists.
Tau walked along the aisles, running his fingers over the pits and scars from the bullets, before he knelt. He set his briefcase down and joined his hands, thinking of the people who had once stood here. He didn't pray, but he gave thanks.

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