Over at Going Ballistic, Daniel O’Shea has thrown down the gauntlet and asked anybody interested, to join him in writing a piece of Flash Fiction. The guidelines are that the story can be up to 1,000 words and based around “where the good folk hit their knees.”
Now, there are some great writers that have added their name to the challenge, so my effort may end up being very mediocre indeed in comparison but hey-ho…..a challenge is a challenge.
Here is my story – The Heart Breaker…
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
“When was your last confessional?”
“Three days ago, Father, but not here. It was at another Church in another town.”
“That’s fine, son. The Lord allows confession in all of his houses of worship. Speak to me, my son.”
“Well, Father, I’ve hurt someone and I’ve broken their heart.”
“How long have you been carrying this burden?”
“Well, it happened this afternoon.”
“In our lifetimes we all hurt someone along the way. Many hearts are broken and tears are shed but eventually tears dry and hearts mend. Even our own hearts are broken sometimes, but it is a strong and powerful organ and heals quickly. Don’t worry yourself. God forgives…”
“No, Father, you don’t seem to understand. I’ve really hurt someone and it’s not the first time. It’s happened four times up to now and I can’t make it stop. I can’t stop breaking their hearts.”
“Are you crying?”
“Let the tears flow, my boy. God is forgiving you now. Don’t carry this burden with you; cast it aside, let it flood out of your body with the tears…”
“Ha, ha, ha…I’m not crying Father. I’m laughing; laughing at the ridiculous fucking way that you keep telling me that God forgives. You really don’t believe that shit do you Father?”
“Please, watch your language in the church of…”
“FATHER, I’ve really hurt someone. What don’t you understand about THAT? Why has it always got to be about love? I’ve not broke up with someone, I really fucking hurt them; all four of them.”
“Please, calm down and watch your language or I’m going to have to request that you leave the church.”
“HA! Leave the church? It’s not that easy when you’ve been a church-goer since you can remember; since you were dragged there, kicking and screaming by your God-fearing parents. Where you were made to worship by a father who thought that a leather belt would have been God’s weapon of choice to make you read the bible. The church is with you for life, as well you know, Father.”
“Please leave now. I command that you leave my church now and beg for forgiveness as you go.”
“Are you still there?”
The curtain flew open.
“You see Father. This is what I was talking about. I’ve really hurt someone.”
The still warm organ landed in the Priest’s lap.
“Oh…dear…God, this…can’t be a…p…person’s heart…”
“Yes it can be, Father, a broken heart. And guess what? That there is your wife’s and it is soon going to be joined by her husbands. But as you say, God will forgive me, especially with me being a man of the cloth.”
Please also take the time to take a look at Daniel’s site, there’s a lot of good stuff going on over there. And here’s the list of the other writers and their stories for the contest. Contest Entries.
You know the drill, leave a comment if you want to and thanks in advance for reading my story…