This story is a continuation of an earlier one I wrote, see here:
The Story was inspired by the following prompts:
The room was quintessential of its type, grey and grim with large wooden tables and benches along its length.
On the wall of the orphanage refectory were written the tenets of the house.
No Shouting, No stealing, No running, No fighting. The list of No’s went on for a while,
Johnny wondered when they would add ‘No breathing’ to the list.
Of course, there was one Rubric above all others. The golden rule. Always obey the Nuns.
Violation of this rule would lead to the ultimate punishment, being sent to Father O’Shaughnessy for whipping. The whipping itself was not the worst part, it was the look in the Father’s eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a hungry wolf. Johnny shivered at the memory of his last visit and Father O’Shaughnessy’s clammy hands on his leg.
Johnny did all he could to keep himself and his little brother, Georgie, out of trouble. The last time, it had been Georgie who had written something blasphemous on the blackboard when Sister Mary Francis walked in and he had taken the blame to save Georgie from the Father’s attentions. Instinctively Johnny knew that Georgie would suffer far more than he ever did.
They had been abandoned at the orphanage by their Mother after their great migration to Australia. Mother had been offered a job in a large house on an estate in the countryside to the north of Sydney but Children hadn’t been part of the deal. Mother had said she would come back for them, but that had been two years ago now.
Johnny had given up hope.
All he wanted to do now was survive and make sure Georgie did too.
Survival was everything.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/September/2018