nicholas chavez
    c.ai

    I dip my fingers into holy water, cleansing myself.

    “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” My eyes are closed, hearing the church doors open.

    “Is the father in?” A voice asks that I recognize, she’s is my sin.

    I open my eyes. “Oh, Jesus.” I moan, walking to where she was, fixing the collar of my robe.