This week’s short story contribution from the archives: She did not remember when it began. At first it was not a fear – not as such; but just a nagging sensation that something she had accepted without question for so long, was no longer quite right. Ella considered this as she loaded the washing machine […]
Another from the archives: “Will you be comfortable there, Father? The bench is hard; can I bring you a pillow to support your back?”The novitiate is over-solicitous, as those fresh to the calling tend to be, and he tests Father Ignatius’s patience at times. “A pillow, indeed? Now that would be an indulgence rife with […]
In the lonely dark she goes again and again to that locked cupboard knowing that she holds the key, and frightened of the self she might find inside.