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The bell tolled. The priest/ monk entered from the right. He knelt and kissed the altar. I sat on the other side of the grille, black painted, decorated with twists and turns. He bowed to us, then turned away to face the altar. He began the Latin Mass. All knelt as he began. One muttered to my right a secret prayer; to my left one fingered a wooden rosary, mouthing Aves and Glory bes. He Latinized his back to us. I mused on Sophia trying to ****** me on the dead man's bed. Her Polish/ English language softly spoken in my ear. He read the Epistle of St James. The rosary pusher paused her ********* The prayer mutterer silenced her words. Sophia, I mused, lay out on the bed, hands behind her head, legs spread wide. The priest/monk read the Gospel of St Mark. I closed my eyes. I pictured the Crucified in my dark.
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
In My Dark 1969
The bell tolled. The priest/ monk entered from the right. He knelt and kissed the altar. I sat on the other side of the grille, black painted, decorated with twists and turns. He bowed to us, then turned away to face the altar. He began the Latin Mass. All knelt as he began. One muttered to my right a secret prayer; to my left one fingered a wooden rosary, mouthing Aves and Glory bes. He Latinized his back to us. I mused on Sophia trying to ****** me on the dead man's bed. Her Polish/ English language softly spoken in my ear. He read the Epistle of St James. The rosary pusher paused her ********* The prayer mutterer silenced her words. Sophia, I mused, lay out on the bed, hands behind her head, legs spread wide. The priest/monk read the Gospel of St Mark. I closed my eyes. I pictured the Crucified in my dark.
TerryCollett
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
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