The cold of the floor seeped through her thin dress as she lay prostrate and contemplative before the altar on her last day of freedom. Tomorrow her family would watch as the sisters sheared and covered her head with the white and blue veil. They would hear as she spoke her vows, marrying God and joining the cloistered Sisters of Mercy.
The bells thundered, it was time, she along with the aging Sisters she would be joining filed into the church where the priest waited to take her vows. She knelt before him, her head uncovered for the first time since she was fifteen, as Mother Superior gathered up her hair. Suddenly the young novitiate leapt to her feet, “NO, no I won’t, I can’t”.
She ran, out of the church and past her watching family, stopping only when she could no longer hear their angry calls.
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