If I stand back in the slanted light from the high windows I can see the tonsured tops of my mountains far off in the distance. I forgive my father his decision, but I wonder if he knew when he sent me here how like a prison it is.
My older and my younger sisters went easily to the men that were swayed by their beauty and their domestic arts, traits gained from my mother, but there was no man that would chance a marriage to me, the strange girl who wanders the mountains and talks to the trees. So my father finally brought me here, to be wed to Jesus.
I will not remain here with the others, burning candles, keening for life and praying for Jesus to find his way through the labyrinth of these cold dark halls.
Tonight I will slip out and return to the mountains, and, God willing, my beloved shall meet me there.
Another mashup, two-prompt-one-response-combo this week. The picture prompt is from Crimsonprose challenge #29 and the 159 word six sentences including “mountain” is for GirlieOnthe Edge’s Six Sentence Story prompt. Click over to both sites to read more responses to these fine prompts.