georgerb
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Sitting nervously on the wrong side (?) of the confessional. The hush of the sanctuary more than deafening. Feeling the presence of the building and all it represents. That feeling of being watched. Possibly judged.
Guilt. Desire. Searching.
That hushed sound of entry on the other side.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was 1 year ago."
Silence.
Movement from the other side.
And then shockingly, a female voice.....
Guilt. Desire. Searching.
That hushed sound of entry on the other side.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was 1 year ago."
Silence.
Movement from the other side.
And then shockingly, a female voice.....
