Pausing at the familiar portico, she wondered how many times she stood at the top of the steps and gazed at the valley below. This was the last. After twenty-five years, Sister Dominica no longer existed. All evidence of her quarter century here would be expunged.
Mother Provincial had treated her as though she were a criminal.
Well, she wasn’t a Nun anymore, so she had looked the old woman in the eyes and declared,
“You’re a dinosaur, Sister. Retire.”
Onlooking Sisters tried to smother their giggles.
It was Gabrielle Daignault who walked down the steps into the valley below.
Friday Fictioneers @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields: Addicted to Purple
Photo Prompt: Copyright Jennifer Pendergast
Word Count: 100
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