Forgive me, Father, for I have committed a patricide!
…It was an ordinary day. It was an ordinary day except for one fact. It was the day when I became unindentured. I became unrigged.
I started my daily morning ceremony with a special pleasure. It is just beautiful to do some boring and routine things before the most important action in your life. I put a derby on fire. I gargled my gullet. I threw out a pesky gnome from my kitchen through the door. After a minute he climbed up into the window… My perfect morning ceremony! I will miss this! But I must do this spurt. I must leave this purgatory. It was not ambivalent feelings. It was the pure and clear realization of truth. I must go.
I went down to the hall. I greeted madam Sienna, a seamstress in our parish. She is a good and very kind woman… She always presented to me broken needles and bended pins for my little hobby. I opened the door and came into the confessional room.
Forgive me, Father…
I wiped my knife on his cassock and stepped over his body. I became free.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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