“He’s a prior! Is he even allowed to get married?” She looks over her shoulder, leans forward, and then whispers, “Or have sex?”
I ignore the inappropriate question. What does it matter if we love each other? Even the apostle Paul said it’s better to marry than to burn. And I’ve been burning ever since he placed that paper-thin wafer on my outstretched tongue Communion Sunday.
“Girl, you going to Hell.”
“I’ll meet you on the way down,” I say, reminding her that she met her wife at the strip club.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge. Today’s prompt is “prior.”
I guess I should add a disclaimer that I am in no position nor am I trying to judge or condemn anyone who wants to marry a prior, someone of the same sex, or an ex-stripper. So please don’t take offense.
Hope you enjoyed my little sarcastic story. 🙂
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