Cuffs for the priest.

By Brian Elvis

Till death. A priests wife is sexually abused, what effect does it have on his religious outlook, life and the marriage?
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Full circle: A young man who has lead his life on the fast lane is on his death bed and reflects upon his existence.

Poachers night: A criminal recounts the last hours before he is busted. Does crime really pay?

Cuffs for the priest. An elderly bishop holds on tight to his principles when a celebrity sports star crosses his path. What will become of him when the entire society is for superstar?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian Elvis
• Release date: May 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301020089

Brian Elvis

I am the first child in a family of four kids. Studied electrical engineering and passionate about Africa, excited about the opportunities arising, but still very much aware of its problems. I believe I am a big part of the solutions that could take our continent to the highest levels.

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CUFFS FOR THE PRIEST,

and other stories.

By

Brian Elvis.

SMASHWORDS EDITION.

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PUBLISHED BY:

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Cuffs for the priest.

Copyright © 2013 by Brian Elvis.

This book remains the copyrighted property of the author and may not be scanned, reproduced or distributed for any commercial use without the authors consent.

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Table of contents.

Till death.

Full circle.

The warning.

Poachers night.

Cuffs for the Priest.

Appreciation.

TILL DEATH.

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Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the phone’s keypad trying to type in her husband’s name. She had just scrolling through the Hs for ‘hubby’ when it occurred to her that she would like to see the expression on his face when he gets the news. Evening would be as good a time as any, she decided. As she placed down the handset memories of that fateful evening came rushing back. They were so vivid, she felt like she was reliving the experience once again. She threw herself back to bed and covered her whole body including the head and yet closed her eyes tight inside there in a half hope that maybe the darkness would blur the images in her head.

It was four in the evening when her husband’s white sedan pulled into the driveway. She sighed and pulled herself out of bed and headed downstairs to meet him. Brad was locking the main door behind him when he noticed his wife on the top most stair. He looked at her once and immediately knew that something was up. After twenty three years sharing his life with this woman, he came to know her just like the back of his hand. He still loved her more than anything in the world. To this day it pained him even more when his lovely wife was in any kind of distress. He felt it in the air, he knew she had something in her mind. Something was bothering her. In the morning, Nancy was glowing in an absolutely beautiful red dress as he recalled. Now she is home earlier than usual and in her pajamas, a sweater and slippers on her feet. She just stared at him with a glam face, her arms folded on one another.

Honey are you alright? She started towards her having put his briefcase and coat down. Nancy thought that she was not going to beat around the bush with her news, he was her husband. They had been through a lot together, and she hoped that this was just another hurdle they would jump over together.

She dropped it. Brad I am pregnant. She murmured.

For a moment, Brad thought he heard her wrong.

What? he gasped.

I have a child growing In my womb. This time clearly audible.

The news hit the old clergy man like a shock wave, and for a while, he stayed mute. A million thoughts should be going through his mind, but he wasn’t even thinking. Nancy came down, and as she got close, he asked her, Are you sure? She did not reply; instead she reached into her pocket and handed him the home testing kit. Indeed it was positive. He did not utter a word; he just pulled her closer and held her. Nancy burst into tears as his eyes welled up. Man and wife went to the mezzanine on their knees in each others' arms. Her tears flowed freely, remembering the events that brought her to the current embrace.

About seven weeks before, one of the students came to her counseling office at the university. She was obliged to listen to him. Nancy took her job as more of a calling rather than a means to a pay cheque, and as so she would sometimes meet students past her official, working hours. That evening she was talking to Obrien, a student who had his fair share of family problems. Nancy knew very well that this was affecting his grades in school. She listened patiently, and the session was rather beneficial to both of them.

The boy left her office, but she did not want to go home early because she had a painful argument with Brad in the morning over their inability to sire children of their own. The thirty-eight year old said things about her husband’s masculinity that touched a raw nerve. Brad being the ever calm gentleman just walked out on her, and she remembered how mad it made her.

She left the university at seven thirty in the evening. Brad had left in his car in the morning, and she knew they would not be commuting together that day. For once she really felt lonely and sorry about what she had said in the morning. She loved him so much, and she was now mulling over how to break the inevitable silence that was waiting for her at home. As she drove home, she replayed her apology in her mind.

The familiar din of the Nairobi traffic police siren brought her out of her musings . An instruction for her to pull over. This was supposed to be a routine police check, so she did not switch off the engine. She looked at the officer via her side mirror as he was striding over to her car. His face was silhouetted by the street light behind him, and she could only make out an eagle tattoo on the side of his palm. She thought it strange that he had no partner, but it was just a passing thought. He approached, his flash light pointed directly at her face. Instinctively; she realized that she was in deep trouble when he instructed her to switch off the engine and step out of the vehicle. Nancy then remembered the busted tail lights her husband had kept promising he would get fixed. She took a deep sigh and did as she had been told while inwardly cursing her husband all remorse for him totally erased from her mind. She attempted to reason with the police officer and explain herself out of her perceived predicament when he suddenly reached for his holster and drew his gun.

The psychology lecturer was stunned beyond her wits. Any sound and they will be picking your brains off the cold tarmac tomorrow morning. Bellowed the man with a gun pointed to her head. Nancy felt her heart race and her brains stop. It