A priest walks into:
As I open up shop I wonder if today will bring a visitor; someone exciting to snap me out of my funk and make me believe in magic again.
I don’t expect anyone. It’s easier that way; don’t expect and you won’t be let down. Life is full of disappointments, I know that, but I also know that it can be full of great joy. Unfortunately, I seem to have forgotten that.
I’m standing outside pretending to sweep the sidewalk, but really daydreaming about the day when I can leave all this, when I see him.
A priest. A priest who walks into my shop. My bar.
What kind of priest can he be if he drinks? This isn’t Ireland. This is a small island in the middle of nowhere where the villagers are a judgemental lot who don’t take well to those who enjoy life. I wonder if that’s why my faith is gone; it’s been sucked out of me by my surroundings.
I wonder what he wants. Shaking my head I realise I’ll never know if I keep standing here.
A priest, I say silently to myself again.
I dust my hands on my apron and hurry in.
As he turns to face me, I realise he is incredibly handsome. No, not handsome: beautiful. He smiles and the air around me is suddenly sparkling with positivity again.
Yes, he holds the key.
Or maybe I do, but somehow he’s helped me to unlock it.
The day is better already.