Today’s Friday Fiction is courtesy of microcosmsfic.com. 300 word short story using the following elements.
Character: I’ve Always Been Crazy Setting: Village Genre: Crime
“It’s getting worse Father.”
Francois knelt within the narrow confines of the confessional. Sweat trickled down his temples but his clasped hands shivered uncontrollably.
“The Lord knows our struggles. He sees all and knows all. He will never give you more than you can handle.” The voice replied from beyond the wooden grating separating confessor from absolution.
“I understand that Father but… I literally felt as though my hands were wrapped around her neck and… and I was squeezing. Squeezing. Squeezing! Her neck…” Francois’s whole body began to shiver. Sweat continued to trail down into his collar, while a hollowness suffused his chest and clutched at his heart.
“It was merely a dream my child, perhaps manifestations of impure thoughts you harbour towards her or her sinful occupation?”
“I don’t even know her.”
“And yet you recall her with clarity? The Lord said, if you hate your brother in your heart then you have similarly committed murder. Do you hate her?”
“No Father! I… may have seen her once? Maybe?”
“Are you certain my child? You are safe in the house of the Lord.”
“I…” Francois searched his memories and could recall nothing concrete. A flash of someone but it was hazy. Fragmented. “Perhaps I’ve always been crazy Father.”
“Ephesians tells us our battle is not against flesh and blood, but the forces of darkness.” A sombre silence filled the air. “Pray ten Hail Mary’s. Tonight, I will visit again for special communion.”
The priest’s door clicked open and suddenly a familiar scent filled Francois’ nose. He looked out the glass portal of the confessional and watched the priest slip a tattered blouse into his vestments. A familiar blouse. He shook his head and turned back to prayer, the suspicion overshadowed by his guilt. He soon forgot about the blouse.