Flash Fiction of fifty-five words is often harder than it looks. This one took me about a day to polish.

There they were, staring at him, eight by ten glossies of guilt. His one and only sin had become more than just another Kodak moment.

As he got the books and began to look for places he could skim the extortion money from, the priest realized for the first time, how tight his collar felt.

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