CONFESSIONS – FWG 300 word flash fiction based on the picture below. Drama- No triggers

“Hey, why are you here? Aren’t you grounded for a week after our last adventure?” I walked up to Brady sitting on the side steps of the church. His arms wrapped around his knees. His feet rested on the third step. He kept his head down, reaching his hand out far enough to run a small twig through the concrete’s grooves.

“Mom’s in there talking to the Priest.” He said, cutting his eyes up towards me.

     “Crap!  Again?” I asked. 

     “Yeah.” He looked back at the ground. 

The last time his mom was here, we followed her for fun. We wanted to hear what she was guilty of, seeing how she always acted so perfect and stuff. Instead, we watched her sin, right there in the little wooden booth with the Priest. I still can’t figure out how they both fit in that thing. Brady screamed and got us caught. He’s still on punishment.

     “Scoot over.” I gave him a nudge and sat down. 

     “What’d she tell your dad this time?” I shouldn’t have asked but I did.

“Same as always, she needed to confess her sins.” He let out a fake laugh and slowly reached over, placing his hand on top of mine. “Mary Kate, do you have any sins you need to confess?” He asked.

     I jumped up, wiggled and shook my hands. “You perv!” I screamed. 

     “Calm down! I’m joking!” He continued to pout. 

     “Why are you here?” Brady asked. 

I pointed towards our car. Mom was applying her ruby red lipstick in the rearview. “She’s here for confession.” I said.

     Brady raised his eyebrows – My eyes widened. “No!” I shouted. 

“I don’t feel so bad, now.” Brady said as he kicked a rock towards the parking lot. “Don’t worry, I believe they’re all going to hell.”