Dogmatic

Reverend Franklin’s mauled body lay in a coffin and the funeral proceedings were about to start. The police had declared him to be the latest victim of the serial killer on the loose.

“Shall we go ahead,” the new priest asked one of the representatives of the funeral house.

“Few more minutes,” he replied. “We are expecting someone.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, an elderly woman in her 70s stepped out of a car and began walking ahead to join the procession. She was wearing a nun’s attire and was accompanied by a slightly younger woman. She put a small bouquet of flowers on the coffin and stood close by.

“Are we expecting any family members?” the new priest asked.

“No Father, please go ahead. I am the only family he had,” the old woman said.

The priest started the funeral proceedings.

Sister Rene’ closed her eyes. She recalled the day that had changed her entire life. Around five decades ago, her life was entirely different than what it was today. She was sixteen and she lived i