Sylvie Stories – 6. Breakdown
“Father, I can’t continue.” I’m sitting at Father Flannagan’s kitchen table, pouring my heart out.
“You’re a brilliant thief, Sylvie. You’ve brought prosperity to the town, kept the school afloat, given lonely women excitement and romance. You work hard, give your beloved detective all the glory. No wonder you’re worn out.”
The good Father’s blue eyes radiate compassion.
“You’ve been taking care of everyone but yourself. It’s time for you to rest.”
“But the hungry poor …”
“Will be fed. I set aside a few jewels for a rainy day.”
Tears slowly roll down my cheeks.
Love can be so exhausting.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with Google“You’re a brilliant thief…” are not exactly words of praise you would expect to hear from a priest. Your story bubbles with humour. Love the last line, Fuji!
Fuji, I find it interesting how the priest encourages her and also how they almost ‘forget’ that what she is doing to help, is stealing. Not that the people she steals from seem to mind! I cannot help to imagine them leaving a few items within reach of the thief, just to have bragging-rights that they have been robbed by the attractive thief ?
True! Love can be so exhausting, but it is sweet while enduring. How lovely and interesting is the father’s advice to Sylvie. And the tears that slowly roll down Sylvie’s cheek are symbol of how much Sylvie love to help the poor in her very special way. Very well done, Fuji.
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