This is the start to my short story that is due Monday... It's very raw, I warn you!
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“Father, I have a confession.”
The priest’s head jerked upright, he was startled awake by the unfamiliar voice that interrupted his power nap. Clearing his throat, the priest adjusted his robes and desperately tried to look through the mesh to see who had woken him. With no visual satisfaction the priest continued. “How long has it been since your last confession, my child?” His job would be a lot easier if he knew who he was talking to… The mystery of knowing every secret but not one face upset his digestion, he could not walk to town without wondering, desperate to know…
“One week, Father.”
It was just a voice… The priest was beginning to wonder if had died long ago and the voices were just ghosts haunting his rotting corpse. If only… “So long, my child…”
“Yes, Father. I have been busy.”
The priest muffled a chuckle; it was the same excuse, over and over. “I pray continue, child.” He knew that if they truly believed in divine retribution they would all be crawling at his feel, begging for mercy and forgiveness. He would not submit to their dishonorable woes, though. No. He would stand righteous as they pleaded from their hands and knee. The priest swore to himself that he would smite them and spit in their faces for none of them were worthy of anything better.
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