HELL HAS NO FURY 1959A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS IN A NURSING HOME RUN BY NUNS IN 1959Anne and the Kid were sitting in chairs on the lawn next to a small round white table. Sister Paul (the head nun) walked across the lawn towards them, her black habit flapping as she came. What's the penguin want now? Anne said. The Kid stared at the nun who approached them. I want a word with you both, the nun said. A word each or one between us? Anne said. The nun stared at her, then stood gazing at them both. You Anne are not to show your leg stump off to Benny, and you Benny are not asked to do so, do you understand? She said. It's my leg stump, Anne said, I can show it to whom I wish, and if the Kid wants to see it, then he can. The nun stared at Anne: I am forbidding you to do so, and as head nun of this nursing home, what I say goes, the nun said firmly. What if I show the Kid my leg stump when no one is around how are you going to check on that huh? Anne said defiantly. The nun stared at Benny: now listen carefully, Benny, it is a sin to look at girls' leg stumps, and if you disobey you could go to Purgatory or worse to Hell. Benny looked at Anne. She smiled: he don't care a f**k about your hell or purgatory; whenever he wants to see my darn leg stump he can, and I’ll show him when he wants, Anne said, sitting up in the chair grimacing as pain shot along her leg. If you disobey my orders Anne, you could go there too, the nun said. Anne stared at the Benny: listen Kid if you want to gape at my stump, then just you tell me and you can gape any time. The nun slammed her hand down on the white metal table top; the sound echoed along the lawn; birds took flight, other children on swings and slide looked over, or hid or went off to hide. You will do as I say my girl or else. The nun walked away towards the huge house; her black habit flapped like a big black bird in flight and out of sight. Anne said: bring me a glass of lemonade Kid and a straw. Ok, he said, and wandered off towards the house. She sat and rubbed her leg stump with her hands. The other kids went about their fun and games on swings and slide. She watched the Kid returning slowly, with glass of lemonade to be by her side. © 2016 Terry Collett |
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Added on August 19, 2016 Last Updated on August 19, 2016 Tags: KIDS, NUNS, NURSING HOME, 1959 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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