The Call

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

“What are you smiling at?” Mr. Kiesler asked his wife.

“At a photo of Jürgen’s robot with the built-in camera taken outside of our old house.”

“He could have been anything he wanted but he chose to be a priest.

“You said that you weren’t upset about that anymore and that if it made him happy, that was all that mattered.”

“I know what I said.”

“How could he ignore God’s call for him to be a priest?”

“I guess he couldn’t.”

Elsewhere, Father Kiesler removed his cassock and walked over to the bed where Monifa lay, waiting for him.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

3 Replies to “The Call”

    1. Dear Rochelle,

      He’s the son whom the mother is proud of because he’s a priest but unknown to her and the rest of his family, he’s in a relationship with Monifa, one of the students at the Catholic school where he’s in charge of the parish. His relationship with Monifa almost cost them both their lives.



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