Second Sight

Second Sight

A Story by Delmar Cooper

Second Sight 

 

               They’d stopped wearing the penguin suits before I came here.  You know what I mean, the habits.  That’s probably why it happened to her.  Who’d mug a nun?  If a mugger knew she was a nun, I mean.  They all look like gym teachers now, but come to think about it who’d mug a teacher?  They don’t make much more than nuns.  Believe me I know.  Guess the muggers don’t though.  They didn’t in Sister Angelica’s case.

               She has a great family.  That doesn’t sound right, she’s really got two great families, the one she was born with and the one she has now.  Anyway, both stood by her.  The security people found her in the airport parking deck with the front of her head bashed in.  Can’t figure why they call these guys “security.”  Lost and found would be more like it.  They did manage to get her to the hospital.

               It was nearly a year before we got her back.  Everyone was looking forward to it, she was a big favorite with the kids.  Even the boys in my woodshop class were excited about her homecoming, and these hellions carefully cultivate the “laid back” attitude.  She didn’t look so good when we finally got to see her at the reception.  She’d healed, but her face would never be the same.  That was only the obvious.

               We’d been told, but we weren’t prepared for the truth.  Mother Mary Clarence had spoken to me privately about it, she wanted the shop kids kept under control, tight control.  They have a reputation among the nuns, but they are basically good boys and I told the principal I was sure she could count on the boys not to tease her.

               When I saw her at the reception I was not quite as sure.  Sister Angelica wasn’t blind, but she couldn’t really see.  This is hard to explain.  She could read, she could get around the halls, she could do everything you or I can do except one.  There is a long medical term for it.  I was told the name, but I can never remember stuff like that.  She couldn’t recognize faces.  Even her mother, her real mother, had to introduce herself every time they saw each other.  I didn’t know how she was going to manage.  Imagine,  class after overcrowded class of kids, all dressed alike in those little uniforms, and her not able to tell one from another.  I got a clue at the reception.

               “Mr. Cohen!” She said as soon as I took her hand, and before Mother Mary Clarence could whisper my name.  “You smell just like a pine board.”   It made me proud of her and for some reason proud of myself.  Anyway, I felt sure again.

 

© 2014 Delmar Cooper


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Hey Delmar.

You know you have a skill that I desperately wish I had.

My best writing comes out during heightened moments of tension or activity in a plot, but I struggle to fill the gaps in between. You don't seem to struggle with that at all. In fact, it seems to be your forte. You make such a simple scene with minimal interaction very engaging.

Again, well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

I wrote a story once about Pearl Harbor. A main character was Lt. Commander Wm Hobby, the officer o.. read more



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Great tale. I bet the kids in wood shop were proud of Sister Angelica and Mr. Cohen too.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Delmar Cooper

1 Month Ago

Maybe , maybe so...
This story had a plethora of great detail and was an easy read on the eyes. The narration from beginning to end never stuttered or sputtered. I really liked the ending with the connection of recognition. Pine scent will do that to people.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Really enjoyed reading this. You have a great way of building it up then tying it together at the finish.
Nice job Delmar.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

I am so glad to hear you liked it. Thank you for telling me so.
Matching Socks

5 Years Ago

You are welcome. I am happy to do so.
Yet another impressive story. Very enjoyable.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

Thank you for reading.
That fifth paragraph... Wheew! Took my breath away !

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much for reading and your gracious comment.
well I enjoyed this for all of it ... all of it ... you bought your characters to life ... especially the narrator ... and wow how so much happened in such a short space of words ... very well done indeed ... topped off with a great ending XX

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Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and your kind comment.
So is this mr. Cohen writing the story? And he lives in the forest by pine trees? Thank you for reviewing my story and second sight is an attractive title which is the one I chose at least. I thought it would be about intuition but I heard of the faces thing, but so she does see cohens face? So mother Mary is a liar? If she's the one who gave him bad info. I'm lost but it's not your fault although I thought I have good reading skills. So it could be you. My cat reminds me of me when I smile. So anyway wrong place to write about that.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

Yes it could be me, and it often is me, but this time it's you.
valerie7412

5 Years Ago

What's me?
Hey Delmar.

You know you have a skill that I desperately wish I had.

My best writing comes out during heightened moments of tension or activity in a plot, but I struggle to fill the gaps in between. You don't seem to struggle with that at all. In fact, it seems to be your forte. You make such a simple scene with minimal interaction very engaging.

Again, well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

5 Years Ago

I wrote a story once about Pearl Harbor. A main character was Lt. Commander Wm Hobby, the officer o.. read more
Delmar, me again. This is another of your terrific stories. I love the narrator's assessment as to why the nun was mugged--it also added a little suspense for me--wondering if another shoe was going to fall. In such a roundabout way you create a poignant picture of Sister Angelica, make the reader sad at the damage that clearly has been wrought but then end in a surprising and modestly comforting way. So true to life. Thank you for sharing this. Taylor

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading. Your comments warm the cockles of my inkwell.
I like the intimate feel of this piece; it allowed me to sit back and enjoy the feeling of being inside the narrator's head and thoughts. It quickly captivated my attention and held it throughout. The way it was worded confused me a little in the beginning, thinking why are you still speaking as if she were still alive (I mean she did have her head bashed in, but guess that is just the ER nurse in me), then I kept reading and realized that she was indeed, still very much alive. The ending and the way it tied into the clever title was my favorite part.. It highlights the perseverance and resilience that resides in each one of our spirits- showing that we can all come back from tragedy-stronger and equally as great. This was beautifully done. I thoroughly enjoyed.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

I'm glad you read it and I appreciate your medical insight. Cohen might have overstated the head ba.. read more
AprilRN1210

6 Years Ago

you're very welcome, it was my pleasure. I agree, I wouldn't revise it either, was just giving you a.. read more

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