Thursday, February 17, 2005
A Couple Of Evil Dutch Nuns
Picture Daphne Buter
Our first child had just been born, a girl, and we went for a walk on the beach. It was springtime and the sun was out. The beach was forlorn. Amazingly calm was the sea - like an endless shiny sky. The firmament was cloudless and motionless. We walked between rotations. We were so happy we had no words for it, just smiles and tears of happiness. I had our perfect daughter in my arms, and her eyes were swallowing us. She was wearing a white satin dress and a little sunhat with ribbons.
Suddenly two nuns showed up on the shore. Their black dresses fluttered behind their bodies like mantles of devils. They walked over to us to observe the baby.
One of them said: ‘What a funny little boy.’
‘He goes after his father,’ the other one said, ‘God bless him.’
They walked further and we watched them vanishing in the distance.
Every God knows how much I hated those evil Dutch nuns.