I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
The priest leaned forward.
The priest leaned forward.
She sat with arms folded and stared out the window.
He spoke softly, ‘You are worthy of love and forgiveness.’
She sneered.
He didn’t react, then repeated, ‘You are worthy of love and
forgiveness.’
She glanced at him, rolled her eyes.
‘You are worthy of love and forgiveness.’
She turned her head and glared at him.
‘You are…’
‘No, I ain’t. Get the fuck outta here!’
He bowed his head briefly, then spoke, ‘You are worthy…’
‘I killed my kids. I
ain’t worthy of shit!’
He looked into her eyes. ‘You are worthy of love and forgiveness.’
She averted her eyes; a tear streamed down her cheek.
