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”