Confession

Olsen followed the Priest’s gesture toward the box and sat inside. Father Bradley quickly swept aside the curtain and sat down in his booth so that only the wooden partition and speaking grille separated them. As he settled onto his padded bench there was an imperceptible click. This meeting and its outcome flew headlong against everything he believed in, but he had to follow through. Would he ever be able to make peace with himself afterwards? That would surely be a battle for another day.

“Father I have done some terrible things.”

The Priest knew that, even if Olsen did not know that he knew.

“This is a safe place,” Father Bradley reassured him. Usually the case but not quite true.

On the other side of the grille the sinner hesitated.

Father Bradley gently cajoled him, anxious to get this over. “Go on my son.”





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