“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.
Companion piece to “Living the Wrong Life” and finally added since I decided to put my shorter stories under the category of Tumblr ficlets.
“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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A New Midwife:
“I can never down tools till I’m all set up and ready to go again! I’ll just go and pop these over, nice meeting you Nurse Lee,” spoke Sister Bernadette and left to leave Sister Julienne and Nurse Lee to finish their conversation.
Sister Bernadette made her way to the trusty autoclave, even if its services had been used for many years by Nonnatus House it still got the job done. The Order had taught Sister Bernadette the difference between necessity and convenience. It would have been convenient in purchasing a new autoclave, but the vow of poverty prohibited such notions. The autoclave would do just fine and allowed Sister Bernadette a break to reflect on previous events.
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I do not know if anyone has posted this challenge or not, but I thought this would be fun (especially with 5 months to twiddle our thumbs). I propose this challenge to whoever wants to join in, including myself. The rules are pretty simple and can change, depending on where you are at in the re-watch hiatus special!
For myself, I have decided to re-watch (again) series One and write scenes centered on Patrick, Shelagh, or simply Turnadette for every episode. The rules are:
- Depending on where you are in the re-watch, once you are done watching an episode, write a quick short or long fic of Turnadette or of your favorite couple (my favoritism couldn’t be more obvious for Turnadette).
- The fic can be 100 to 1000, more words or less (length isn’t an issue).
- I was thinking the fics could be unseen moments between Turnadette or a further explained scene of them together or individually.
That’s really it! I really wanted to do this to work on my own writing skills and to see what others will come up with! I’m excited and even if no one joins, it’ll be great.
It was later than usual when Shelagh was called into Sister Julienne’s office and on the way there, Shelagh briefly reflected the events of the day, which weighed heavily on Shelagh’s mind. The nurses had dropped discussing Shelagh’s path into the religious life, but every now and then, Shelagh could tell Trixie wanted to discuss more on the matter. Even throughout dinner, but thankfully Cynthia had reined in Trixie’s mood.
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“I think you’ll absolutely love this Shelagh,” prompted Trixie as she reached into her nurse’s handbag. The worn out bag not only contained her usual nurse’s instruments, but an equally tattered novel. An air of mischief did not go unnoticed when Trixie passed the item of interest to Shelagh, who eyed it reluctantly.
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He didn’t know exactly what to say and his thoughts were sporadic, except for one question at the center of his mind. ‘What was even appropriate to say?’ He didn’t want to seem pushy, but his emotions were teetering on dangerous ground.
He looked down at the newly purchased parchment, crisp in form, but vacant in words. It was taunting him, waiting to spring to life, but remained blank. It remained empty and in its own vacancy it revealed how he felt since she left. He turned to his right, to the only item that contained his writing; it was a simple envelope with words neatly scrawled across it. It took him a good moment to properly write out the information, to ensure the recipient would be found and for the sender to be known.
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