Pilgrimage

The Church of the Holy Foreskin was little and pretty, hidden in a dark alley. Pilgrims from everywhere came to make their prayers. The hopeless added their votives offerings to the ones already filling the entrance. The side chapels had shelves from floor to roof crammed with what looked like the leftovers of a porn horror film, breasts, cocks, quims...
Jasper the cat, a runaway from the Peak District, watched them all, miaowing its disdain for the human race. Another kind of miaow prompted an answer from the fence of the church. Jasper the cat went there with its tail right in the air, a slow purr in its throat.
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