A few Budweisers lubricated the tongues of the guilt-ridden flock, begetting confessions with illuminating results. Father Keenan officiated on his barstool at Morgan’s with his pug, Stinky. The case of the missing votive candles was resolved when Ted tearfully confessed he stole them to read by, since his electricity was cutoff after shooting his wad on unlucky Lucky Lydia in the Fourth at Pimlico. Vic admitted he’d crushed the altar flowers again backing up to ogle the buff yoga instructor. Stinky napped dur ing the revelations, dreaming of kibble and the hydrant on the corner. Absolution given, consciences cleared, dog walked
Nicky Johnson
11/11/2018 01:31:51 am
Enjoyable story. Felt like I was there--nice work.
Amanda Burchell
11/11/2018 05:46:28 pm
Evocative and satisfying for just 100 words 13/11/2018 11:44:09 pm
Perfect title for this story, especially the last line. Well done. Comments are closed.
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