Her stories are all half-stories. She remembers the wall but not the door, the journey but not the destination. First names or last names, but never both. Nothing is true, nothing is false.
The priest is summoned. At her confession, she will not completely recount her sins. He cannot absolve her.
She gets up from kneeling and walks to the window and stares out into the twilight. A boy leads a mule through the narrow alley below, its hoofs clattering on the cobbles as it staggers beneath its load.
She seems to smile, but her face is wet with tears.
I would love to know what she has done.
Dear J Hardy,
Methinks there’s more to this story. Brilliant use of the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The story is like mountain mist. You can’t be sure what you glimpse, It doesn’t matter
Strange I was taken to the back alleys in Cairo, interesting!
Intriguing character that would be great to learn more about. Nice writing.
Intriguing story, so many layers for us to just look upon and wonder what is hidden beyond.
Lots of layers and unexpressed things in this story. Lovely.
Intriguing stuff.
Lovely, lovely stuff. That first paragraph is stunning – the description of what she knows and what she doesn’t know. Love the priest section too – that fact she can’t confess. Super story
There is something truly deep here, perfectly conveyed so the reder yearns to know more
Beautiful writing, and, as everyone said already, so many layers to explore.
I’d love to be able to read between the lines. Excellent.
My story is called Sally’s Secret
A very well written piece. You’ve interwoven quite a few elements there and created quite a sense of mystery. Well done.
xx Rowena
I agree this is a very intriguing story that leaves the reader with more questions than answers. The first paragraph is perfection.
What a beautiful story!