"Bless me Father, you you have sinned, and we both know what you did. You have never confessed because you thought you were safe..."
"This is the confessional of the Holy Church. A sacrament..."
"Yes it is, Father. And this is a gun. It's pointed at you. All you have to do is yell out and I'll be caught. You'll be dead but I'll be caught."
There was a long pause. The barrel of the automatic pressed against the grill of the confession booth.
"You are sick, my son, and in the name of the Lord I am willing to hear your confession."
"You are afraid, Father. Now, follow me out of the church. There's a small crowd, they won't miss you stirring sermon. Walk with me, Father."
Father Constant rose slowly, left the confessional, and walked out of the Church of St Aloysius.
Three blocks on, down a dim alley, the gunman turned to confront the priest. "Right. Now we-- What the...? Shit! Where'd he go?"
Even so devout a priest as Father Constant could see what the gunman did not: Sometimes, faith alone is not sufficient.
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: Anon.