Confession

It was a quiet evening. The rain was ticking against the big windows as John was cleaning up. He placed the books back in place and picked up any litter that people left behind. It’s weird how there are still people who leave scraps of paper behind in a church. John turned when he heard the door open. A boy with a black hoody, hood pulled over his head and black curls stick out underneath it walked in. The boy looked around till his eyes fell on John. He pulled off his hood and walked up to him.