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