Sanctuary – 4

Twasn’t yet nine in the morning when I found meself at a church. I went in and never came out.

Gave up my past life of street thug, layabout, drunkard and otherwise bad sort, took my orders and became Father Francis.

During the time between that night and me becoming a priest there were other reports of strange deaths.

As I’d taken a vow of silence I was hearing and saying nothing.


What do you think?

Written by jaylar