....The football sat unwrapped under the Christmas tree.
....The doll laid virginal in it's cellophane on the white angel hair tree blanket.
....The little drummer boy record played on the turntable.
....The woman under anesthesia laid on the steel table.
....The priest's abortion gave closure to sin, and mental restitution would forever be paid. He took five minutes to give a woman and her women a lifetime of grief, but yes, we will have holidays. And his child? Unborn. Why bring it into his world of corruption and sickness? Who paid the doctor, or even more important, who paid with shame?
....Friendships last a lifetime. A priest's abortion is quick and terminal.
The Priest's Abortion--
A tragic circumstance that occurs in predictable sequence when we members of society grant other sexual beings unaccountable clerical authority to serve God with their pants dropped on the floor. Ho hum, just another day.
God sits shaking his head in disgust.
Will we never wake up?
I love flash fiction. This piece grabs our attention and provokes
serious thinking. Well done, Dear Sage.
Abortion itself should never be. There are childless couples out there that pray for a child to raise every day. The priest is Jena said:
It is he that is
the rapist, lier,
the accuser of his
own sins
He will have a hard reckoning on the final judgement day. I will leave my comment here because I don't need to get started on priests.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you and love you, and be with you always and at your side constantly. With much love in my hart, joy to the world, peaceo n earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
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