Sunday, May 3, 2015


     Father Murray hid his florid visage well despite the smell of good whiskey.  He tucked his flask into his boot after a long pull.
     "Father, um..."
     "Yes, my son, do you have anything else to confess?"
     "No, Father, it's just -- I could swear just now I smelled Scotch."
     "Even drunkards go to confession.  I'm sure someone who had been tippling was in the booth right before you."
     "So what did we agree to?"
     "40 Hail Marys."
     "And please don't do it ever again."
     The partition shut quickly...