The Price of Freedom

AE on January 5, 2010 in Fiction

“Is twenty dollars enough?” he asked her.

“You know I told you I don’t feel right charging you,” she said.

“I don’t feel right taking your time for nothing,” he said. “It’s my own money. It doesn’t come from the church.”

“Okay, then,” she said, taking the bill from him. “You want the same thing as last time?”

“Yes,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Yes, please.”

“Okay,” she said. She looked down and cleared her throat. “Forgive me, Father,” she said, in a loud, clear voice.

“I don’t want to,” he said. “I’d really rather not. In fact… I think I won’t.”

“Okay,” she said. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Yes. Bless you. Yes.”

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2 Responses to “The Price of Freedom”

  1. Inhuman says:

    Ha! I really liked this one. The priest is probably going to have to confess later though :p

  2. Anita Roy says:

    Sweet honesty

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