‘Virgin of the Rocks’ by Mary Noonan
Go on, Ann Lovett, crawl into the grotto and join the Blessed Lady there, the one you prayed to at the railings when your mother held you by the hand. Water is streaming down your school tights and the pain is making it hard for you to move. Go on! Lie down and let your long hair hang over the cold stones, over … Continue reading ‘Virgin of the Rocks’ by Mary Noonan