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Father Dylan's Sins (CLOSED)
The church was quiet this time of night in the middle of the week. The only sound Father Dylan heard was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the buzzing of the lights inside the chandeliers. He sat alone in a pew one third of the way back from the dais. The church was dim, and smelled like cleaning products. He crossed himself once and looked up at the towering white crucifix at the front of the altar. Christ himself gazed down on him with vacant and hollow eyes, tortured and wounded. Father Dylan felt a pang of guilt rise up in his chest and settle in his throat as he looked into those eyes. He knew that the Son of God could see inside his every thought. He knew that the thoughts he'd been thinking this evening were unbecoming of a man who had taken the vows he had taken.
Father Dylan listened to the stillness. He silently asked for forgiveness and made a mental note to attend confession the following day. His soul felt better, lighter. But his flesh still craved...
What was it that he craved?
He caught a glimpse of the marble hip of the Virgin under her perfectly carved robe and felt a jolt.
Blasphemy! He thought to himself.
He quickly stood up and turned his back to the dais, walking out of the sanctuary and turning off the light as he went out.
The church was quiet this time of night in the middle of the week. The only sound Father Dylan heard was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the buzzing of the lights inside the chandeliers. He sat alone in a pew one third of the way back from the dais. The church was dim, and smelled like cleaning products. He crossed himself once and looked up at the towering white crucifix at the front of the altar. Christ himself gazed down on him with vacant and hollow eyes, tortured and wounded. Father Dylan felt a pang of guilt rise up in his chest and settle in his throat as he looked into those eyes. He knew that the Son of God could see inside his every thought. He knew that the thoughts he'd been thinking this evening were unbecoming of a man who had taken the vows he had taken.
Father Dylan listened to the stillness. He silently asked for forgiveness and made a mental note to attend confession the following day. His soul felt better, lighter. But his flesh still craved...
What was it that he craved?
He caught a glimpse of the marble hip of the Virgin under her perfectly carved robe and felt a jolt.
Blasphemy! He thought to himself.
He quickly stood up and turned his back to the dais, walking out of the sanctuary and turning off the light as he went out.
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