Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Sinful Short Fiction: Wrath

Father Quinn hung up the telephone. Peter Malone had passed...the sixth boy taken by drugs this year.

He sought solace in his Bible. His eyes scanned a passage "...with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison..."

After praying, his path seemed so clear. Thirty minutes later he slipped out into the night. Six wine bottles filled with lamp oil rested within a bag.

He lit and threw each bottle, his aim true. Scarce a minute and the drug house was engulfed. Nobody escaped the blaze. Kneeling, the priest whispered, "Bless me Father for I have sinned..."

1 comment:

  1. Great example of Wrath, definitely gets the feel of divine judgement at least. Then just something about giving himself confession the moment he's done... He's not sorry but he knows Jesus will forgive him anyway. I like Father Quinn as a character.