In response to Charli Mills’ Flash Fiction Challenge, I present to you, A Most Holy Experience.
Here is the link to this challenge, where she spells it out in BLACK & WHITE
They floated, like ghosts, through the hallways of St. Benedict, school. Their feet never made a sound. I’d never seen a nun before and over the next two years, I became fascinated with them.
Faces squeezing through their wimples of white, and covered head to toe in black, to a third-grader, they looked like penguins. And when they were upset with you, magically, a wooden ruler shot out from under their sleeves. Ouch!
Years later, as I prepared to play the role of Sr. Hubert in Nunsense, I said a grateful prayer for carefully studying the habits of nuns.
Annette Rochelle Aben 
A hard life that must have been!! Great take, Annette!
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It was interesting… We weren’t Catholic but it was a safer place for us kids to be than in our public schools where riots were breaking out constantly
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That’s true and it shows that a hard school doesn’t mean it is a bad thing. I am glad about the way you think back of it!
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I had nuns in Primary School, a cruel and merciless lot of women sadly stuck in a convent and no where else to go, so they took it out on their students. You are right in that they seemed to float along, the gowns covered their feet and one boy fascinated by them was convinced they had wheels to carry them around.
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As we were not raised in the church, it was a strange experience, indeed. But yes, they were cruel women I learned to stay out of their way.
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So expressive, Annette. I like the details and child’s fascination. 🙂
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Thank you, Diana. It was quite an experience.
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Oooh, I also went to a convent, Annette. Sister Agatha introduced me to so many great books and she chose me to play Mary in the School play.
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Awesome that you had such great experiences there. I will always look back on those days as a time where I learned to open my mind to appreciating different cultures.
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This is good, Annette. 😀
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Thank you, Jennie! 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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I’ve not had the catholic experience, Annette. Love your word play on ‘habits of nuns.’ The ruler, not so much.
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Yeah, I wasn’t into the rulers, either. Thank you for sharing your appreciation! 🙂
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Oh, boy! That’s a good one. I went to public school so no nuns but I gave the Lutheran Pastor enough headaches for years to come. LOL! 😀
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I’m proud of ya, sis! We gotta be who we are, wherever we are!
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Exactly! ❤️❤️❤️
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I enjoyed how you wrote from your childhood perspective and ended with how the adult used the information. A good way to process a story, Annette.
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Oh, thank you, Charli! I really feel I am learning more and more about writing short stories. 🙂
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I, too, enjoyed your pun at the end.
-And, your child-perspective.
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Thank you. It was quite the unforgettable experience.
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