Written for this week's Three Word Wednesday where the given words are Inflict, Docile and Whimper
Forgive me Father for I have sinned
She planned it down to the minutest detail. It had to be done. And soon. No more the docile submissive victim. He had inflicted pain on her once too often; he had hurt too many people, and it was time to stop him destroying the lives anyone else. But the law doesn’t allow good deeds that involve taking a life. Her plan had to work.
It has been 15 years since my last confession
She worked in a steak bar. Special knives are used to cut through steak. Sharp, pointed, serrated.... perfect. One evening a diner gave her a bit of a hard time. He was exactly the person she had waited for. She cleared the table and deliberately ignored the slap on the bum she got from Mr Obnoxious. He could take the blame for what she was about to do. She discretely wrapped his knife in a napkin to preserve his greasy fingerprints, and dropped it into her bag.
I have committed a mortal sin
When she got home she carefully placed the knife at the bottom of a deep drawer where it would remain until the day arrived. Then she did something that she had not done for many years; she fell to her knees, clutched tightly the golden cross that had hung around her neck since her first communion when she was a child, and prayed.
I took the life of another person
She arranged to meet him. No one saw them arrive. It went exactly to plan. No last words from him, just a pathetic whimper. When the deed was done, she placed the knife in the grass a few yards from the ditch where the body lay. No one saw her leave.
Once home she burned her gloves and placed all of her clothes in the washing machine. The deed was done.
I am sorry for this and all the sins of my past life
She knelt by her bed. She felt for the gold cross.
It was gone.
The cross which she’d held whenever she needed comfort was found beside the body in the ditch.
Her penance was handed down not by her priest but a judge.