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Border Town

Photo credit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Each day the captain was reluctant to approach his window, but he always did and always he opened it wide. He would sit and reflect on all the places that he had been. Then his vision would be drawn across the river to a red brick house with a veranda, to a young priest who each morning walked back and forth reading, always the priests hands appeared golden from the gold leafed pages.

The captain wished that he could visit the priest; so many sins, so many deaths, such gnawing guilt over his own blood red hands, he desperately wanted absolution.


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  1. The things he must have done. How interesting that the captain ended up living right across from a priest. Wonderful take on the prompt.
    (priests hands should be priest’s hands)

  2. I like the way he’s drawn to watch the priest, his hope for absolution, even though it’s done reluctantly. I wonder if he’ll ever take the final step and cross the river?

  3. I like the tension in his character – he’s very conflicted about what he needs and how to get it. I want him to stop wallowing and start doing something about it. Very interesting. I like your title, too.

  4. The man is judging himself. He has lost the hope of being forgiven and is causing his own suffering. Just across the river is forgiveness but he can’t summon the courage to ask for it. How sad. Well done, Mike. —- Suzanne

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