Captured and Bred by the Priest
by Wynne Burroughs
Story © Wynne Burroughs
I slipped past the heavy church door and into the hallway.
For a moment I listened—was anybody else here? Obviously, the priest—but I meant other pentinents. I heard no voices, so I continued on, light as I could manage.
I turned the corner and faced the confessional box. The door slid weightlessly to the side and I sat down inside.
“Bless me father for I have sinned,” I said, “It has been too long since my last confession. I—I just moved here. I'm going to school...”
Nervousness pulsed through me. I couldn't help but babble a little.
“The important thing, my daughter,” said the priest, “is that you are showing your pentinent spirit before the Lord. You may begin whenever you're ready.”
I crossed myself and said, “In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.”
A jolt of cold shot through me. Fear. And embarrassment. But I was here—I'd done wrong and I had to find a way to make it right.
“I kissed a girl,” I said, “And I liked it.”
The priest said, “This is a serious offense in the eyes of our faith. It would be... helpful to your spiritual growth... if you were to explain further.”
“Okay,” I said, “Well, I just started college here in September. I moved into my dorm. First time away from home. You know. But I was trying to be a good girl.”