By Bobby Warner
The Reverend Shwayne, clad in a worn sweater, opened his study door. His shrill voice echoed down the hallway.
“I am damned. I preach goodness and salvation, yet I’m a bag of putrid sinfulness. I deserve the most awful punishments of God!”
His wife peeked from the living room, and her husband’s face, contorted in torment and guilt, caused her to shudder. It was time, and how she hated it. But she would do what was needed.
They went into the bedroom and he knelt at her feet. “Which tonight?” she asked, pointing to the table. “The whip or the club?”
Excellent pace, horrific ending. Nice story.
Excellent, Bobby. Everything one could want from 101 words. Great ending. Thanks!
It made me want more.
So cleverly written.
Nice!
My sincere thanks to all for your encouraging comments.