This tale is by Terry Morrison, author of “Mattress-ide and Other Grammatical Atrocities”.
“I have to get out of here,” screamed Father Klaus from the confines of his tiny cell. “Please! Please! I can’t stand it in here. I can’t breathe. Please, won’t somebody help me before the walls close in?” His pleading trailed off into the stale air of the monastery’s damp stone halls.
Outside the bolted door, Fathers Pietro and Alberto shook their heads in pity. Father Klaus’s … Read the rest...