The Visitor
When the temporary blindness caused by the nearby lightning had passed, Sister Yolanda could make out a dark figure through the pouring rain. She watched for a few seconds as they walked towards the old metal gate in the stone walls of the convent, then hurried to make the bed in one of the two small guest rooms. They had not had anyone visit in a long time, because an improved road skirted the woods that the old road had…