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Convent Girl

A love so deep it hurts but love brings hope of life

By Denise LarkinPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
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Convent Girl
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Dumped in a convent, a child of eight years old; a hell on earth as Daisy cried herself to sleep, squinted with hatred as wandering nuns ignored childish weeping.

Growing up, she scrubbed their floors and washed their clothes, the nuns pushed her into slavery, never leaving her in peace. The day's harshness, brash as she withered, wallowed in vain, always washed out, weary, and feeling so drained.

Her knees ached with cuts and bruises, kneeling, scrubbing dirt away; suds of blackness on her hands, face, and clothes like nothing you have ever known.

The poor girl dreaded each day, feeling damned, living with the nuns pushing her further and further in negative spout. But, alas, one day, a farmer happened by delivering groceries whilst seeing poor Daisy slaving away.

He stared with big blue eyes, his floppy ginger hair fell slick around his brow.

"What's your name, pretty girl? Why are you scrubbing? Why are you slaving?"

The girl looked up into his shining shimmery eyes.

"My name is Daisy and this is my job for food and a bed."

The man smiled.

"I'm Brian. I'm willing to help. Why don't you leave here and go somewhere else?"

"I have no money to go nowhere but here."

"I can help you if you come away with me. I've a home not far from here."

He wanted to help her getaway. She could see he seemed worthy and trustful as she considered his kindness and realized he was her heart's desire.

The day soon came when she was forced by the nuns. They dragged her to the sinful hut as now she was seventeen. Brutalized, disheveled, her virginity hounded upon, a vicious, savage man trapped her deviously; licking his lips and ready to have his way. She kicked, punched, fought for her civility.

Brian appeared and saved her from brutality. He waved a gun in the savaged man's face and swerved Daisy swiveling her away. She ran with him never regretting being saved.

Daisy married Brian her heart's desire. She lived in the cottage with him and his family, cleaning and slaving like before. Nothing changed, except, she became a mother, conceived a family. Brian devilishly drank, whittled his money on boozing, and gambled greedily.

Eventually, the years moved on and Daisy lived life scrumptiously. Cared for her children, cleaning, living each day fruitfully; gardening, picking daisies, growing roses, and letting sun-drenched days glide her blissfully and sedately through the years.

Now a grandmother, light blossomed upon her. She glistened brightly as her grandkids loved her soundly. Grateful for love in her younger days, her heart's desire finally drifted into a fickle of hay, demising his life away as a forceful mist grew upon her and she remembered humanity before she finally fell into a deep deep sleep and slumbered soundly alongside her love. Now forevermore entwined in a lover's leap of years.

©️ Denise Larkin 2021. All Rights Reserved.

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About the Creator

Denise Larkin

A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.

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