Post 1534. Sunday May 21
'Forgive me, Father' he mutters in hushed tones not certain he wishes the priest to hear his confession.
The weary padre in his moth-eaten cassock slouches beyond the wooden lattice fidgeting with a worn wooden cross.
Two lonely creatures together. Each is the closest thing to a friend the other has.
One, a habitual thief, an insomniac who does wrong whilst sometimes wishing to be caught if only to commune with other people, albethey behind bars.
The other, a college educated defender of the faith. Once a cleanser of soiled souls, but now confused. What happened to his faith? When did it desert him? Why?
They both remember happier times.
'Ten hail Marys' mutters one as the other meanders from the confessional. Ten hail Marys.
The twelve given words at this week's Sunday’s Whirligig are - confused, insomniac, wrong, dial, remember, lonely, soul, college, cleanses, thief, defender and hear. I employed eleven.