Thursday, 19 September 2013

It was just after the war…


Sister Missikin is breathing heavily. Her room is cool, and somewhere there is tranquil music playing. Life is not being gentle with the elderly nun. From time to time she thrashes out and moans. She is clutching a crumpled photo of a couple in their 20s with the Palace Pier behind. It is the young Sister Missikin standing with a handsome young man.   The dying nun opens her eyes, and looks around, then sees the picture. She smiles, and gradually her body relaxes. She sighs, and says one word. ‘Yes.’ Then she shuts her eyes and soon she is again asleep.

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