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Terce—Three Hours after Dawn
Sister Alice was glad of the rain. A steady patter of raindrops displayed a landscape to her sensitive ears and helped her find a path. Without hesitation, her feet followed a line of paving stones across mossy grass inside the courtyard. It was so early that the sun had not cleared the high monastery walls. The air smelled of damp stone and new wool and brown bread. Around her, she sensed other members of her order. She heard the soft fluttering of woolen garments and a musical clinking from their Möbius beads. Alice straightened the veil over her bandaged eyes and walked towards the Mill doors. For the nuns of St. Clare’s Monastery, it was time to weave the Tapestry.
The youngest kitchen apprentice watched the line of nuns pass and received a slap from Cook for taking that liberty. He shook his head to stop the flow of tears and muttered a question to an older boy washing pots beside him. “Where do they go?”
“They go inside the Mill to make the Tapestry. Mother Oda told me they have a second sight. They weave pictures of the future for the Brothers at St. Benedict’s, the monastery on the other side,” said the older boy.
“Do they give up their first sight, so they can have a second kind?”
“Yes, but not every nun gets the gift of second sight. It’s a risk they take. Sometimes they only go blind.”
“Talk less, work more, apprentice,” said Cook.
The two boys ducked their heads and redoubled their efforts. Sidelong glances and smirks of complicity passed between them.
The Tapestry – A.C. Worth
Strangers in the Night – David Whitaker
Nobody’s Daughters and the Tree of Life – L’Erin Ogle
The Foaling Season – Samuel Chapman
I was born and currently reside in San Francisco, and spend most of my time painting & drawing. At the age of three, we moved to Chicago and lived there for seven years before moving back to San Francisco. Since the age of six, I had an interest in artwork, especially science fiction related artwork. During most of my early childhood, I played “pretend” with my brothers and friends from the neighborhood, which involves aliens and their civilizations. I would continue to do so till around the age of 13, while continuing to draw fictional scenes. During high school, I enrolled in a major of fine arts. And in 2012, I graduated from high school and enrolled into California College of the Arts.
Ekaterinya Vladinakova‘s image “Siruveil” is the cover art for our October 2016 stories.
Allison is a Kansas-based writer. She teaches, and has taught many things, including but not limited to piano, second grade, and creative writing, and can usually be found in the vicinity of books, cats, music, and tea. Allison is currently finishing an MFA in Creative Writing at Hamline University.
Q: What’s your favorite kind of pie?
A: Strawberry. During the summer as a boy, we used to visit my grandparents in Missouri and my grandmother would make us wonderful strawberry pies. When I think of summer I still think of backyard fireworks, uncomfortable lawn chairs, and a plate full of strawberry pie in my lap.
Jamie Brindle has been writing stories for as long as he can remember. Occasionally, they are even published. He was home educated until the age of fourteen, and grew up in a hedge maze that was open to the public (still is – google ‘hoo hill maze’). He works as a doctor in the East Midlands, UK.