Sealed Meaning (Part II)

“Dear Sister Bernadette,

Is St. Anne treating you well? I bet their meals don’t compare to Nonnatus House.”

Scratch that.

‘God, this was easier said than done’ thought Patrick. He imagined the written word would exceed his verbal communication, but both were escaping him when it came to Sister Bernadette.

“Why does writing one letter lead to trivial words and my palms sweating!” he exclaimed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’ve acted out of turn once before” he said, this time, barely above a whisper while a sigh escaped him. It was then that a film reel played throughout his mind.

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Sum of A Woman (1.1)

SUM4Aftermath 

“The time for childish thoughts are over, understood?” The man before her was nothing like her previous memories of him. The man from her memory was kind, gentle with both his actions and words. The memory of that gentle man was replaced with his present demeanor, who was callus as his over-worked hands and reflected the chill felt outside.

Today was the day when he wanted her to grow up, to become as cold as the wind whipping through the cemetery. He emulated the gloom that was being cast down upon the pair who stood before a marked grave. It read that of her deceased mother, of a loving wife, and marked the beginning of her growing up. The next step in her journey, which would include the makings of a good worker and replacement for her deceased mother.

All Shelagh Mannion wanted to do was place dairies upon her mother’s grave, an innocent attempt at affection for her beloved mother. However, her father didn’t see the action for what it was. Instead, he saw it as a weakness and wanted her to understand that such notions were not tolerated anymore.

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Snippets of Us (1.5)

Our Work:

A few days had passed since the incident of her misgivings, brief moments spent on entertaining other thoughts. Sister Bernadette had reasoned her actions on hearing the personal experiences of the nurses, reasoning it was only natural to think of such things. As the days followed, Sister Bernadette found her resolve reinforced by her work and duties.

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Snippets of Us (1.4)

The Longing of a Swan:

It was exquisite, unlike anything she had heard before, especially from her time at the Order. She thought nothing would compare to daily plainsong of her fellow Sisters or the rare moments when they traveled to the Mother House in Chichester. Traveling to the Mother House rarely took place, but each time it happened, Sister Bernadette was allowed the opportunity to listen and participant in their orchestra of worship.

She then remembered a time in her childhood, when music was played in its entirety, but never again after the death of her mother. Her family didn’t have much in possessions back in the green fields of Aberdeen, but there was something cherished equally amongst her family. All three of them could agree on the importance of music. They had owned a portable, wind-up gramophone which was played all throughout the house.

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Snippets of Us (1.3)

Luxury: 

“How well is Nurse Lee holding up?” asked Sister Bernadette, she noticed Nurse Lee’s quiet behavior and overheard most of the nurse’s distress from her fellow colleagues. The impact of Mr. Collett’s death and of personal woes.

Sister Bernadette had sought out Sister Julienne’s opinion and awareness on the matter for it had not been long since Nurse Lee had joined their ranks. It was after compline when Sister Bernadette found Sister Julienne in her office, just before she was ready to retire for the night.

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Doctor Turner’s Letters

“I wrote to you.”

“Yes,” but a moment of silence had passed between them. In that split second, he took a moment to recount what his letters had held for her. In their previous exchange, he had unknowingly relied on his clinical diagnosis. He was unable to find words of true comfort, for he too was disheartened by her situation. He was scared that if he divulged too much too soon, she wouldn’t be ready to hear it.

He took his time to find his words and wrote out the secrets of his heart to the only other woman that had stolen it. He had patiently waited and now it was his turn to respond.

“I don’t know if I said too much. Or not enough.”

“You said, what was necessary,” clutching the phone tightly. She took her time in finding her words, careful in their exchange. Her decision to leave Saint Anne represented a great deal more to come and was afraid the other occupants would hear their discussion. She had made the decision to follow her heart, to live a life that was different and true to God’s plans for her.

A choice reaffirmed by his letters…


I can’t seem to bear it any longer. I can feel the vacancy you left and I don’t want to be without you. I know this may be selfish, but I had to tell you that I love you.

I would like to tell you not to pick me. I don’t want you to choose between Him and me. Your Lord who was there for you, who gave you a family filled with Sisters and your current life. Then again, if I thought that I wouldn’t be writing to you, which is why I’m telling you to choose me. Please let me love you, let me hold you, and let me make you happy Sister Bernadette.


A/N:

Companion piece to “Living the Wrong Life” and finally added since I decided to put my shorter stories under the category of Tumblr ficlets.

Snippets of Us (1.2)

Stepping-Stone:

“Hurry up now! We don’t want to hear it from the matron why we’re late.”

“Yes,” answered Sister Bernadette as she hurried across the hospital, in tow with Nurse Wilkins.

It had been a few months since she was last seconded to the London hospital and much had changed in such a short span of time. The hospital had underwent add-ons to its interior, the addition of different departments and that of personnel. It was quite the contrast to the routes of East End, different from Nonnatus House, and even that of Doctor Turner’s surgery.

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