Category: Fiction

Away Down the Hill, Chapter Two

When I turned thirteen my aunt came to see me.  I was in the kitchen, chopping carrots, and Sister Mary told me someone was here to visit me. I rinsed my hands and went back into the courtyard. “My! What a nice looking girl you are! You have plumped out, haven’t you! You were always just as skinny as could be.  So today you are thirteen years old! How does it feel?” I had forgotten the day of my birth; the nuns cared nothing for dates and numbers. “It feels fine, aunt. How are you doing?” “Me? Oh, just the…

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Away Down the Hill, Chapter One

My name is Adele.  But the other sisters call me Catherine. So I do not know who I am. My mother was French.  My father was German. My father’s family was angry because he married a foolish French woman. After my parents died I was given to a nunnery, and have lived there ever since. I remember the day, when I was four years old. My aunt Matilda pulled me impatiently through the streets and stopped at the nunnery door. She crossly straightened my little brown dress and tied the old shoes that were too big for me, and then…

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Away Down the Hill

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A Short Story by Savannah Liston Excerpts published below, the whole will be published in serial throughout the next few weeks. My name is Adele.  But the other sisters call me Catherine. So I do not know who I am. I crept to the bed and pulled myself up to the window again. The moon was shining brightly, and that helped to sooth my worry. I watched it shining on the cold ground until it moved beyond my sight. Then I lay down and cried myself to sleep. Thus was my first day at St. Margaret’s Nunnery. The streets were…

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