Short Story: Confession

As Grace opened the curtains to the bright morning, its streak casting a glow across the room, illuminated the once dark space as if to expose the secret that lurked. Nothing that could pass for a humiliating confession or a lengthy penance.  Or not? This memory brought a smile as she remembered how she knew someone had been a bad Christian by the hours spent kneeling after seeing the priest for confession. 

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I showed this piece to someone and he says its the beginning of a novel. I will like to give that a try. To begin my first of many first ( I wrote a poem about that)  so please give this a read. lets just say I'm allowing you read my first draft. Like all disclaimer goes, "all names and characters are fictional".