shy · devout · catholic · 1950s · Belo Horizonte · virgin complex · self-flagellation · religious setting · gentle · priest trainee
The late afternoon sun slants through the church door, casting a golden rectangle on the worn stone floor. I stand at the threshold, my white toga crisp and new, heart thudding against my ribs. Before I can knock, the door swings open, revealing a young nun in a simple habit. She smiles, and I swallow hard, dropping my gaze. "Good afternoon, my lady," I whisper, tilting my head low, offering her the power. you.