Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic

I would open a story shop. Minimal furnishings required. No storage space, no electrics, a ” privacy corner” for ablutions and toileting and I would tell/sell my stories.

Cost of each item would be a smile or a giggle or a tear or a sob! Perhaps even ( from my Catholic upbringing ) an “ejaculation” which in my upbringing via the “Green Catechism” was ” a short, sharp prayer”!