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Suspect:
A Confessional Anthology
Play Me by Linda Watson
Lacy could hear
voices as she drew closer to the confessional. She couldn’t make out what was
being said, but she knew one of the voices belonged to Alexander. He was
arguing with someone who sounded like a woman, but it could have been a man. It
was hard for her to tell.
He done lost his damn mind, how dare he sit his ass
up in this confessional with another woman? I got his ass now and there’s
no way he’ll get out of this one.
Fear began to take
over her entire body. Something just
wasn’t right. She kept hearing someone say Robert, but Alexander would respond. Then she heard Alexander say,
“This is going too far. I didn’t sign-up for this. I’m not going to kill
anyone.” The male-female voice answered, “Robert, you have no choice, you must
follow through with the plan.”
Lacy was more
confused than ever.
“I can’t do it,
I’m not going to,” she heard Alexander say.
“Look Robert, if
you don’t do it first, then you’ll be risking your life. There is no turning
back, you’re in too deep,” the other voice said.
Sa’Rai by LM Blakely
“I thought he
told you to stay away from here? We know you chained Father Dunklin to the bed
and we will carry out your punishment. You had to come back and run your mouth,
eh?” one of the priests said as his breath brushed my right earlobe, making me
aware that he was having his way with me again. For some reason I couldn’t feel
a thing in my loins. He repositioned himself and began to sodomize me as he
quietly chastised me. I heard another voice tell him to hurry up because he
also wanted to reteach me a lesson. When
he climbed on me, it was hard for me to breathe. Something was terribly wrong
because I heard a loud banging noise and saw blood pooling around me. The
second priest thrust himself against my backside, literally tearing my flesh. I
heard him stand up and collect himself as the two talked amongst themselves as
if I wasn’t there; naked…sodomized, raped and
bludgeoned. They splashed something on me and spoke in Latin. I assumed it was
holy water, but it smelled something like bleach.
Right before nine, Joe walked into the garage. He hadn’t had a drink since yesterday
afternoon and it showed. He looked tired. “Can’t drive cars drunk,” she’d
said. “If you’re going to do this,
you’re going to have to hold off on the liquor. When I asked how she swung the
job for me so fast, she told me she had checked out the owner info and just
said I was a friend of the owner’s son.
Figured it was good for a week before payroll.
“Hey! You know where the manager
is?”
“How do you know I’m not the manager?”
Cisco asked, a bit peeved because this guy didn’t think it was him.
“Didn’t think. Sorry, you the
manager?”
“Nah, he’s in the back. Said you
were starting this morning and that I should show you around.”
“Cool. Someplace I can drop this
bag? Lots of books.”
Cisco smiled and pointed to the back.
“In the manager’s office.”
“Be right back.”
“Hey! Nothing much going on
here. Boss sits around more than he
works. A car comes in occasionally and
whoever is near the front parks it. We
start the same time every day and leave the same time. Schedule never changes.
Joe called Tracy to tell her to “Drive that piece a shit car into the
garage tomorrow morning at 9:15 and I’ll park it for you. That’s Cisco’s coffee
break.”
In This Life by Jean Holloway
Cameo stayed in the confessional and waited for Father Grimaldi to
arrive. It was 9:45 on the dot when she saw the man in black come through the
double doors, looking around. Obviously, he was in just as much of a hurry as
she was to get this over with. It was time for him to pay. Cameo waited until
he passed the confessional and slipped out behind him. She pulled the knife out
of her coat pocket and jabbed him in the back three quick times, one for the
Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. After all, it was Trinity Church and he was
a priest. On the third strike, she twisted the knife counter-clockwise.
Somewhere she had heard that would cause the most damage. Satisfied that her
nightmares were gone forever, Cameo took a deep breath and knelt down in the
red carpet to turn the body over.
The face that looked back at her was all too familiar. It was Joshua!
Murder in the Sanctuary by C. Highsmith Hooks
The impact of the
second blow rattled the weapon in my hand, but I managed to maintain my grip.
Peter tipped forward and fell into the water with a splash that left me almost
as wet as he was.
Startled by the
sound of the splash and the shock of the cold water, I jumped backwards from
the edge of the pool, dropping the candlestick. In my paranoia, I looked
around, certain that someone had heard the enormous commotion, and my first
instinct was to run from the church.
But what if no one saw me? I thought. I
didn’t want to risk getting caught by drawing undue attention to myself, so I
slowly shuffled my way past the altar and back towards the front of the church.
Double Take by Lorita Kelsey Childress
Father Patrick was traumatized. However, he found strength to continue
his confession. “Once in a while my brother Tony, who was twenty-one at the
time, would stop by the church. On one of his visits he saw Eve. He was smitten
with her. For months I had hidden Eve, but once he saw her Tony started making
regular visits to the church. One day, I
caught the two of them in bed. To say I was upset is a vast understatement.”
Chief Haddock was grinning. “Thanks for the memories brother. There is
nothing like a young girl to make you feel like a man.”
“A man wouldn’t take advantage of a sixteen year old, impregnate her
with twins and then dismiss her like an old pair of shoes!” Father Patrick
yelled at his brother.
A Walk in the Courtyard by Michele T. Darring
I can’t explain the pain and rage that fueled my body at the trial that
day as I listened to him explain in explicit detail what he did to my child.
His voice was very distinct; my rapist had finally been caught. Too bad it
wasn’t for raping me. My aunt and uncle convinced me that it would be in my
best interest to let it go and not pressure the police into finding him because
then I would be labeled and my son would never get a fair chance in life. It’s
funny how the system works sometimes and as young as I was, I trusted their
advice.
I couldn’t believe that, after all this time, I would find out my own
family had something to do with my pain and suffering for the last twelve
years. My body wrenched with pain at that time, but I had to keep my cool until
I found out the details of what they were discussing. I needed to know how bad
I was going to make the both of them suffer.
The Escort by TL James
Hours later, Iam stood at the double doors. His heart was so heavy and
mind burdened with all the pain from his Christmas Eve experience. Confessions
about murders, haunting spirits, vile acts against his creations by his
creations, and the ultimate – wishing death upon HIM consumed his mind. He gave
so much to mankind, but mankind was still hurting and hurtful. As he took steps
through the double doors, the bright sun and the crystal clear sky burned his
eyes. He was so burdened that he didn’t even marvel at his own creation.
Iam slowly walked down the steps with his mind spinning. He was so
consumed in thought that when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he jumped,
exclaiming “Mary, Joseph, and Judas!”
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