(100 word story using the following words: damp, meekly, patron, ecstasy)
Shaded lamp in hand, Sister Monica crept out of her damp cell and shuffled down the cold corridors to the chapel. She knelt before a statue.
‘Oh Martha, patron saint of nuns, I humbly and meekly pray for your help. I know I haven’t always lived a life of virtue but please intercede for me just this once. You know Sister Caroline, the ever so polite one; she came to my cell and said, ‘I can show you ecstasy’ and tried to get in my bed.
Please could you loosen that balcony railing she always leans on?’
