Sins of the Father

<p>He comes to me through a lattice in a confessional booth in my church. </p><p>He's brash vulgar and confessing to things that would send him to hell and yet I find myself intrigued by the mysterious man.</p><p></p><p>His sinful words thrill me. His way of life so different from my own has me coveting excitement that's long been missing. The more I'm around him the more I realize how long I've been deprived of so much and the more my own deviance begins to emerge.</p><p></p><p>On paper nothing about the two of us makes sense and there are many reasons why I should keep my distance. I try to be pious but if anyone were to find the skeletons in my closet I'd be excommunicated from the church.</p><p></p><p>When something from my past reveals itself I find myself being pulled into a way of life I didn't think would be in my future and now I straddle the line between right and wrong. Morality vs necessity. </p><p></p><p><strong>I'm a priest. He's a murderer. But we're both sinners.</strong></p><p></p>