A Sin of the Flesh
Copyright November 2012, Sofia Bane
“Ackley! Barber! Durham! Ford!” one of the senior seminarians, a young man named Turley, rattled off. He motioned us into what would be our dormitory for the next five years.
I hoisted my bag of books upon my shoulder, but the weight threw me off-balance enough that I then struggled to also grab my suitcase. The young man beside me – the one named Barber? – grabbed the handle and pushed it into my hand. “’Ere you are.”