Apparently I haven’t written one of these since August 25th last year, so it’s about time for me to start this up again. I’ve been feeling more inspired lately and have decided to get back on board with this to help jump start my fanfic writing. It’s a bit hokey but I thought it was a decent first attempt at writing again, the first line is taken in context of the photo being from 1992. 

Chris Wilkins, Father Anthony and his portable confessional, July 1992

“House Calls”

Father Anthony was hip to the beat, he was down with the times, or at least he was in his mind. A portable confessional, he thought to himself one day, that’s just what I need! I can mount it on my bike and away we go!

A bit of an amateur handyman, he built himself the “Portofess”. It had a door in the front, a small bench seat on the interior and a hole with mesh on the back so people could confess their sins to Father Anthony. In this way, he was able to go to places none of his other fellow priests could go. He went to brothels, night clubs, the docks, even the gay bathhouse downtown. He visited his elderly parishioners who could not come to church. He absolved so many souls that summer, he was certain John Paul II would guarantee his way into heaven.