Cloverleaf
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. If she pressed her face against the feet of the Good Shepherd, she could see through the gap where one stray bullet had knocked out one frame of the grass-green knoll. By day, Abbess Anna would peer through the missing piece of stained glass into the courtyard below. By night, she would drink in cool air, watching the shadow of the cross slide down the slate roof. She prayed for him, her Shepherd, fighting the good fight out in the cloverleaf.