Χρηστος Μπαμπα

The priest

It was a warm summer day at the beginning of July, a young boy was walking on the sidewalk, the sun was lighting up his rosy cheeks and a drop of sweat was forming on his red forehead. The last few days were full of wonder and fun for the young man because he had met with some of his friends and had some steamy, yet appropriate fun on the sandy beaches of their hometown. While the young man was walking under the hot sun he took a break in the nearby shade, provided by the church where he used to go every Sunday with his grandparents. While trying to cool down his body dripping with sweat, a certain man very familiar with the boy walked up to him and offered him a cool, open bottle of water. The man was the local priest.