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Forgive me Father…

Reid

It’s been one of those days

The collar is tight

The church is stifling The only thing I long for is time outdoors Fresh air without the ain this nized the tone at once; even though confession is anonymous, I kneas her

Sage King

One of the irls in this modest community Trinity is one of those scenic harbor towns When the rector asked if I wanted to move to Canada, I accepted I’d needed to leave the US, and this was the ideal opportunity

Eight o, I packed a suitcase and strode out of the s cabin I called home and never looked back When I turned twenty-five, I didn’t expect my life to take the direction it did, but now, at thirty, I’m married Not to the woman I loved To God

Only, I’ve had a wanderingina ser onwoman

Her long, dark hair, sleek, straight, and glossy The color re around h sinful Her mouth Fuck I can’t think about her lips without ainst the black slacks I wear every day

Dropping the pen, I sit back, shutting

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned”

“And what is it you need to confess, child?” My tone is gravelly Her voice sends heat racing through every part oferection It’s worse than I realized The guilt eats away atWeak Needy I can’t stop my desire for her

“I’veI mean”

“It’s okay, child You’re safe here”