About to sin? She asked herself if she could even ask for forgiveness when the sin was planned carefully, down to every detail, every minute of his schedule, the time, the place, and the toys. What forgiveness can I find when I rush headlong into the arms of another.
They met for the first time when she was only a novice. The life of a newly committed nun was harsh. Daily chores, hours of prayer, almost no food, little water, and study, study, study. It was the first month, she recalled, she was missing home terribly and longed for her mother’s cooking. She felt herself starving, but though of the Lord in the desert for 40 days and stiffened her resolve.
When he arrived, the entire Abbey was in turmoil. His caravan was early, the roof was still leaking, the floors were wet, the meals where nowhere near ready, and the new girls were wandering about in a state. Except for one. The new girl, what is her name? Yes, the heavy one with the pretty face and voice.
As she saw the cars pull up she looked around for the Reverend Mother but she was not to be found. Keeping her head she walked boldly to the door, stole flowers from the vase by the hymnals, and a ribbon from the Spring Flags at the door to tie them in to a bouquet. As he walked through the door, she refused to hand them to his attendant, but instead, waited for the Cardinal himself.
Their hands touched as she lowered her eyes and handed him the flowers. With a curled knuckle under her chin, he bade her “Rise Sweet Sister” and tell me your name.”
“I am Novice Antonia, “ she whispered. “ Reverend Mother has asked me to greet you.”
“What beautiful flowers from the hands of a beautiful sister.” He replied.
She lead them to the main chapel and had them sit, explaining that the spring rains had damaged the roof just the night before and all hands were busy with repairs and clean-up.
“And what are you doing to help Sister?” he asked with just a touch of a grin on his lips.
“I do this…” her singing brought tears to ever eye and dedication to every heart. She sang of love, loss, faith, and hope. Her body quivered as she reached for notes unheard, let her voice soars, and fill the grand marble hall.
As the last note drifted to heaven through the stain-glassed window over the Cardinal’s head, he leaned over and whispered in the ear of his assistant. Within moments, they were alone.
Then he fucked her.
OK, a bad ending, I know, I know, I know…. A friend sent me this picture expressly for a Sunday Sacrilege piece and I had this great vision for a story. An overweight sister comes into the Abbey, meets the powerful man, gets insulted somehow, starts fasting as penance, blah blah, gets skinny, seduces priest (now a bigger man) and then kills herself on the alter at the nave and brings ruination on to the church as she writes her lover’s name in blood. As I started to read it, I just had one thought.
OH MAN, THAT”S CRAP.
I wrote for a bit and stopped and tried again and then “buckled down” today to get it written and came up with this tripe. (And do not tell me otherwise), It was taking too long to develop, I could easily see another 600 words just to get her kind of naked.
So I ended it like every porn movie ever made. Blah, Blah, Blah…and then they fucked.
That works pretty well for porn, I mean, come on, it’s the most successful script ever written.
But, not for Sunday Sacrilege. So, for those who got this far, send me your name and home address and I will send you back 15 minutes of your life.
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