Guilt

By P.M. Souza

It’s a mortal sin to eat meat on Fridays—a seven-year-old girl was taught by the Church.

Then one day it happened. She ate a piece of meat.

In the dark of the night, the girl knew, unless she confessed this terrible deed, and ask forgiveness, she was going to hell. Thrown into a pit of fire.

Burn for eternity.

The child cried, night after night, into her pillow.

“I didn’t mean to eat the meat. I forgot it was Friday.”

The child grew old.

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

The old woman died with her guilt.

May she rest in peace.

Amen.

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“I write because I’m a writer.” – the writer

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