Peas

"THIS. IS. SIN!" the Florentine priest repeated for the umpteenth time, as he circled the couple. It was close to midnight, and their confessor seemed to realize that he would have a hard work ahead regarding those two.

Kneeling on grains of peas, Alexa and Klaus kept their rosaries on their fingers, murmuring the prayers of their penances with frowned faces. They were there in those positions for hours.

'I shouldn't have listened to the cheese-maker, or yearned for Klaus. The old woman was right about praying soon after, for the sins committed. But it seems that it is compulsory, nowadays…'