From a young age I was taught to hide my inquisitive and curious mind. To talk less and smile more. To play the demure woman.
From the same age I was scolded daily for failing. Questions fell out of my mouth at the drop of a hat. I gainsaid adults if they were wrong. I read every book that crossed my path.
Even before my debut into polite society my parents despaired of my chances of finding a husband.
They were right. None of the old families could ever accept such an unconventional girl. So I got dubbed a spinster at sixteen. Relegated to keeping house for my family.
I was bored out of my mind. My only solace the poetry I wrote at night in the inglenook. I started to think about suicide. That would fit a hysterical woman. Wouldn’t it?
As I walked the cemetery deep in thoughts of death. I stumbled upon an old Lady.
She looked me over. Then said.
– Dying is easy young one. Living is harder. Come with me and I’ll show you another way!
I hesitated. Then thought. What do I have to lose?
I followed her to an overgrown mansion at the edge of town.
There she introduced me to her wards. All girls and women. All behaving contrary to the proscribed rules. The old Lady smiled.
– I’m always looking for a mind at work. For girls who won’t be quiet. Who questions the rules. Who think for themselves.
I just stared in amazement. I’ve never heard of such a thing. Of course I wanted to come.
My father was reluctant, but the old Lady’s power of persuasion was the wiliest I’ve ever seen.
So I took my place at the Academy for Wayward Free Spirited Girls.
Given free rein to think and feel, I realized I never wanted a man at all. I wanted only the soft touch of a woman. The old Lady smiled and nodded.
– I knew you were one of us!
– But it’s a sin! I blurted blushing.
She laughs a full-throated unashamed laugh.
– Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.
History however has its eyes on us.
Waiting for us to change the world.
I was a bit surprised when I realized my muse had decided upon another visit to the inglenook. This time we got the backstory.
“I’m looking for a mind at work.”
“History has its eyes on you.”
“Talk less. Smile more.”
“Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder.”
“Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”
We don’t have to use the exact wording, which I haven’t. I have however incorporated ALL of them in my 369 word long story.
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