I knead the dough mercilessly, relentlessly. Father said the work a man does with his hands is what cleanses his soul of sin. I am generally inclined to disagree with the old man, but he knew his sins, so there must be something to that.
I work the dough until all my sins have passed into it. Then I shape it into a loaf, placing it in the oven to bake. Later, I melt some butter to make a glaze; later still I give it to my dinner guests. They devour it, sin and all, with smiles on their faces.
Ha, ha. Nice variation on the role of a 'sin eater'. Nice use of the words.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! Tricky take on sin-eating. I think I shall avoid your dinner table. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love how your mind works LOL
ReplyDeleteVery sneaky :)
they devour it sin and all quite interesting how that works.:)
ReplyDeleteRiminds me of Stephen Kings novella "Thinner". An excellent visual.
ReplyDelete.......dhole