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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise there but two requirements for inclusion: involve the current prompt word in your story and have no more/no less than six sentences.
Prompt word:
TASK
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.Sister Catherine turned to face the classroom even as she wrote the final line of Henley’s poem ‘Invictus’; the majority of the eighth graders were busy scribbling notes, a third, mostly the boys in the back row, looked impressed by her chalkboard skills and one student frowned as if trying to solve an attractive riddle.
“That sounds like he’s saying we can rely only on ourselves in life, we don’t need others, not even God,” the boy spoke half to himself but looked up to see the nun staring at him; smiling, she extended her hand, “Come up and lets see if that’s as valid an ideal as Mr. Henley wants us to believe, shall we?”
“Don’t worry, Seth, your task is simply to walk slowly to the door, turn and come back,” her arms now at her sides allowed the traditional habit of her Order to cover all but a window formed by the starched-white wimple framing her face, her eyes, with a thinly-veiled passion, commanded the attention of twenty-five young people; “Now, repeat your walk but when I say stop, freeze.”
Three steps away from her, she said “Stop” and the boy, his right leg halfway into the next step, froze and stumbled forward; the class laughed, the boy joined them with a protestation of, “No fair, I was in-between steps.”
The woman in the ancient clothing of her Order nodded, “Exactly, walking is nothing more than falling forward, counting on your other foot to be there when needed; and that is surely the most mundane example of Faith; being willing to fall because you know that God will be there to keep you going.”
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