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Oct. 5th, 2006 07:01 pm
ROTM 1.25.1
Write a ficlet on the topic of sin.
It was late, the church deserted save for the lone figure that slowly walked towards the confessional.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It's been twenty years since my last confession."
"Tell me, my child. Why has it been so long?"
"I've been busy. The life I lead doesn't make it possible for me to attend church with any regularity."
The priest nodded, visible through the screen between them. "But surely you know that we must always make time for Our Lord."
"Yes, well, if the Lord was signing my paychecks, I'd be able to give Him all the time He needs." A small smile, then a whispered, "I'm sorry," that was anything but contrite. "I shouldn't make light of my situation. I'm not doing too well, father. I think I'm going to hell."
"What have you done to make you think this?"
There was no answer for a few moments, then movement on the other side of the screen as the figure exited the confessional. Suddenly, in one swift motion, the priest's door was opened, and a gun was pointed in his face.
A slow smile, then two shots, one in the middle of the forehead, one through the heart.
"I killed a priest," he whispered to the dead man, then turned and calmly walked away.
It was late, the church deserted save for the lone figure that slowly walked towards the confessional.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It's been twenty years since my last confession."
"Tell me, my child. Why has it been so long?"
"I've been busy. The life I lead doesn't make it possible for me to attend church with any regularity."
The priest nodded, visible through the screen between them. "But surely you know that we must always make time for Our Lord."
"Yes, well, if the Lord was signing my paychecks, I'd be able to give Him all the time He needs." A small smile, then a whispered, "I'm sorry," that was anything but contrite. "I shouldn't make light of my situation. I'm not doing too well, father. I think I'm going to hell."
"What have you done to make you think this?"
There was no answer for a few moments, then movement on the other side of the screen as the figure exited the confessional. Suddenly, in one swift motion, the priest's door was opened, and a gun was pointed in his face.
A slow smile, then two shots, one in the middle of the forehead, one through the heart.
"I killed a priest," he whispered to the dead man, then turned and calmly walked away.
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