Away Down the Hill
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…