Bless me, father, for I have sinned

15986905485_4bda36c2a1_o“Your turn,” the old lady said, nodding at me, her rosary beads dangling in her hands as she headed off to a pew to say her Hail Mary’s.

I opened the door and entered the little boxy space, which was like a phone booth but not, and bent down on the velvet kneeler. This activated the light that let the priest know he had a congregant seeking penance and should open the little door that separated our faces, even though (read the rest of this flash-fiction story here as part of 29 Days of stranger things happening).

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