Written on 26 January 2019
“Well, this is just insanity.” The boy said, looking incredulously around at the church elders. “How can you possibly think it was me?”
“It's God's will for us to know.” Horace, the cantankerous old sop, said, sternly.
“I did not get Mr Cuthbert's daughter pregnant. I swear, I'm a virgin. I've barely said three words to her, and I can't even remember being in a room alone with her.”
“Silence.” Mr Cuthbert bellowed dramatically. “You defiled my daughter. She told me herself.”
“This is bullshit.” There was uproar amongst the elders. Horace shook his wrinkled face. The boy wasn't finished. “This church is full of cretins, anyway. I'm out of here.”
“I'm afraid we can't allow you to do that, boy. It was Keith this time. Smirking. Enjoying watching the boy lose his cool. “Since you've committed the ultimate sin, you will pay the ultimate price. . . Death.”
The boy looked around at the elders, and burst out laughing.
“And who's going to kill me? You old fucks?”
“It is God's will.” Horace said, pulling out a 9mm revolver from beneath his crimson robes.
Before the boy could react, Horace shot him right between the eyes, killing him instantly.
“Deal with this would you Keith.” he said, handing over the murder weapon. Keith took it and hurried away, confident that his secret affair with Cuthbert's daughter would stay with the boy lying dead in this suburban church basement.