A Woman’s Place
an EXIERN short story
It was mid-morning by the time Teresa concluded business with Vicar Atricus. She kept running her hands along the robes of the brotherhood that had been returned to her. They fit horribly, and the Grand Vicar promised that cloth more suitable for a woman’s body shape would be provided as soon as was able.
Teresa still could not wrap her mind around the drastic, if strained, change that had brought her to this point.
At least…until ten seconds later, when the answer became clear.
“Beautiful day for a stroll, isn’t it, Sister?” ↓ Read the rest of this entry…