Holy for Tonight

A young woman kneels in a sparsely furnished living room. 

A grim news broadcast shines and illuminates her with its bleak blue glow. 

She holds her hands together in front of her, a rosary clasped loosely between her fingers. 

Her hands tremble and tears slip slowly down her face; her eyes are closed as she recites the Lord's prayer. 

A Bible is open at her knees. 

She takes one more shaking breath before the room is enveloped in the white glow of mutually assured destruction.

"It's gonna be a lonely night

It's gonna be a long and lonely night

Tomorrow is my last goodbye

So I'll be holy for tonight

It's gonna be a lonely night

It's gonna be the longest of my life

I might've told a million lies

But I'll be holy for tonight." - John Michael Osbourne, February 2020

Author's Note

This is what came to me as my first thought at the beginning of the COVID pandemic. It was inspired by the song Holy for Tonight, quoted at the bottom. My ex thought it was good, so I'm publishing it here.