Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
I prefer not to comment on Al’s photo this week.
I am not a big fan of what it represents.
This is no reflection on my friend.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Clich here to hear me read the story:
His voice is quiet, thoughtful.
I feel he is not really speaking to me, just voicing his thoughts aloud.
Please don’t misunderstand, he says, I don’t hate all Catholics.
It seems it is the church itself, the organisation, that provokes his anger.
This is what causes him to do the dreadful deeds he is telling me about.
He is the man who has recently murdered, no, butchered, those two priests in Cremona and that one in Nice.
I have no reason to doubt his words.
I know details of these atrocities that have not been released to the general public.
So I believe him.
And I am afraid.
I am very afraid.
Because of the first words he spoke to me.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.