Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul The priest continues, “I see your rags and bare feet but I see no children. If you want a crust of bread from me you will have to beg more truthfully.” “Truthfully then, I am not a beggar, I believe I haveContinue reading “Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
Post #9.5, Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul My habit of keeping night watch is still useful, as I’ve already slept this day and I’m easily prepared to keep this watch fire. These children can get the kind of night’s rest gifted to little ones in every other nest and den of everyContinue reading “Post #9.5, Wednesday, June 10, 2020”
Post #9.4, Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul I’m listening to the story the children tell, quoting the words they heard spoken at the burial of their family. Pumpkin leads in speaking as the youngers mouth along but stumble over incomprehensible but now familiar syllables. “Prepare these who are unbaptizedContinue reading “Post #9.4, Tuesday, June 9, 2020”
Post #9.3, Thursday, June 4, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul I’ve asked these children to tell me their story. The storyteller for the group is the one called “Pudding,” a precocious child about eight years old. “Our father and oldest brother were the keepers of the harbor light. They climbed the cliff whenContinue reading “Post #9.3, Thursday, June 4, 2020”
Post #9.2, Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul A waft of sea breeze doesn’t even ease the stench. Is it the swine, the rotting turnips or the children themselves? Four tiny faces, maybe the oldest no older than ten, and the youngest a toddler, all with round shinning eyes, all starring intoContinue reading “Post #9.2, Wednesday, June 3, 2020”
Post #9.1, Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul This footpath leading into the wood from the ruin by the seashore is an easy path kept clean by someone. It is carefully cleared of brush and briars and branches. It appears to be used often — this path into a graveyard. It tellsContinue reading “Post #9.1, Tuesday, June 2, 2020”
Post #8.12, Thursday, May 28, 2020
Historical setting: A Dark Age The third day of rowing in the calm we come around rocks to see a small cove with charred pilings marking a one-time quay and now abandoned shore. At a deep distance we drop anchor and the officer tells me this is the harbor of Constantia. “Are you anContinue reading “Post #8.12, Thursday, May 28, 2020”
Post #8.11, Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Historical setting: Said to be 6th Century on the channel near Gaul This night’s port is one of the wilderness places added to the Gaul side of the patrol after the Saxons parted from Rome. The officer gives me no favors now so I’m assigned the forth watch from darkness to dawn. He reminds meContinue reading “Post #8.11, Wednesday, May 27, 2020”
Post #8.10, Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Historical setting: A forgotten time, on the Saxony Shore The officer tucks the stone Nic gave him under his personal bag in the bow. I know I am breaking protocol, but I have to ask. “What is that stone Nic gave you, Sir?” The officer is honest. “He said he wanted you toContinue reading “Post #8.10, Tuesday, May 26, 2020”
Post #8.9, Thursday, May 21, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul The stationed militia sends two guards for the next watch. I probably won’t sleep tonight. My thoughts and hopes are racing in a great cacophony of thanksgivings. My need and Nic’s longing is a beautiful synchronicity beyond my own mind’s ability to unscramble. It is good thisContinue reading “Post #8.9, Thursday, May 21, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 