Post #9.8, Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul          I am aware of the scramble in the woods as we walk near the graves and the children take their posts at the arsenal of rotting roots. Soon those ghost-gobbling boars will be upon us.  I call to the children.          “St. Matthew,Continue reading “Post #9.8, Wednesday, June 17, 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”