Stories about 1968

  • Advent 1968.
    “The rosary moves between my finger and thumb,” said Sister Scolastica, “the prayers pressed and polished into the wood. Ebony wood, smooth worn by constant prayer and the feel of flesh. My mother’s fingers were worn to the b
    by Terry Collett 600 words, 2 comments, on Oct 8 6:55 AM. In 1968, Advent, Convent, Flash fiction, Nun