By Jim Gunshinan
I remember the warmth of her hand in mine as we sat together on her front porch. The sun set behind the Rocky Mountains. She said, “I love you.” I said, “I love you, too.” Then I said, “I want to become a priest.” She said, “You’re a good man.”
I cried as I let go of her hand, knowing good men, ordained men, keep their promises.
I saw her next, sitting on the grass in front of our Alma Mater. She was breastfeeding her daughter. I said, “I’ve been unfaithful, and I’m leaving the priesthood.”
She said, “Unfaithful to who?”
Wonderful story leaving the reader to answer that one
Great story, well done,
Faithful-unfaithful- in the end, it’s all perspective. Great story…
Very good! Congratulations
Excellent read…kudos…
Deep. Moving. True.
Well done ! Very good story !