The Sins of the Fathers... A One Paragraph Fox Tale
The Sins of the Fathers...
The smell of burning incense hugged the walls of the cathedral almost as if it was a part of it. Father Augustine stood at the altar and stared at the silver chalice without really seeing it. The words of the processional hymn kept singing in his head, long after the mass was done.. The Sancti venite... And it brought him a unique sort of pain. He felt it deep within his heart. Pain which he could not express; pain which he could not alleviate; pain which he could not run away from. He closed his eyes.. Today was the anniversary of one of the missing. The sixth one of eight boys spread round the districts. Mass had been a sad one. He had tried his best to give the people hope, but he wasn't sure if he had succeeded. The pain he felt wouldn't let him think of anything, anyone else. It was pointless. Father Augustine knew what he must do, what he had to do to momentarily forget. He made a quick sign of the cross and left the altar. Then he made his way out of the cathedral towards his living quarters at the back. Through the garage door he went, and down a flight of hidden stairs to the basement. Here he entered a small secret room, and locked the door behind him. There was only a small single bed in the room. Slowly Father Augustine undressed, taking off each piece of garment with practiced care. Then when he was done, he reached under the bed and pulled out a skull, the skull of a little boy. And through its tissue-filled, oil-drenched neck Father Augustine inserted his already stiff manhood. And as one deep thrust gave way to another, he felt his pain slowly give way to pleasure, and more pleasure, and more pleasure still. And about twenty minutes later, as the bells of the cathedral called out the twenty-first hour of the day, Father Augustine grunted with relief... His pains were temporarily spilled... And he wondered as he slowly began to gather his robes, if the other seven Parish Priests felt the same way...
THE END
Written for @vermillionfox's Fox Tales Contest
Picture source: @vermillionfox
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This is a brave post, and very very well written, it feigns for a moment, then sinks to the darkest depths. I always appreciate stories that don't shy away from difficult subject matter, to write it, or read it, forces a degree of uncomfortable relating that makes people consider the other side. By setting up the internal perspective, with the concern and emotion, it makes the realization of whats happening so much worse, but such it life, and trust, when betrayed, evokes those very feelings of repulsion and upset. The lack of explanation works well, was he involved in the disappearances, was his pain that of guilt and the desire for more he cannot have, or was he moved by the loss of the boys and the pain in the congregation and community? is what he does, a sick echo of something else, a perversion of its own, or a mixed up way of expression in the face of repression, where he is not necessarily thinking of the skull, the child etc, but more a conveniently found receptacle for release.
Perhaps it's weird, but whenever I think of religion and writing, my thoughts always quickly flow towards some sort of perversion. Why that is, I haven't bothered to think about. But, it does have a way of bringing up ideas, lol.
And this one, I wanted something not normal, yet not the ordinary abnormal. I wanted perversion, but I wanted one that even the peversed would cringe from. I ain't sure I totally achieved my aim, but well, it was worth it... I think.
Thanks for the warm words...
P.S. I just read yours, and i think I'd have to go over the third again. But on first reading, I just can't seem to take my mind off the first one. What sort of creature, or should I say abomination, has a would-be mother brought forth? Well, who knows? Still, the thought... I dunno if I'll dream tonight, but...
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Wow, what a horrific twist! This story went down a more disturbing path than I had imaged and that’s good. I applaud you because I feel so much disgust for this character. I’m curious about his backgorund and where this story will take you.