A Woman’s Place
(read Part I)
an EXIERN short story
Grand Vicar Atricus prepared for his duty with a heavy heart. The elderly church officer had genuinely liked Brother Thomas – the zeal with which he performed his work, his faith and energy, the duty which he had genuinely carried. It was such a shame that it now came to this, the hooks of corruption having finally gained an irreversible grasp onto Thomas’s once proud soul.
The flaws, of course, had always been there. Thomas desired and pursued sins of the flesh both before and after he had been ordained, and his admiration of the female form had extended considerably beyond the ordinary sexual hungers of a vital young man. He had a fascination with the feminine, and a melody that was dangerous to sing; flaws that allowed the curse to hold and forever change him into something that could not be suffered by the church.
It was truly saddening, but there was little else to do. His corruption could not be allowed to spread. Perhaps Atricus could convince the tribunal that a lifetime of silence would suffice. Even without song, Thomas – or whatever he… she… called him… herself now – could possibly still have some use. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…