Post #10.7, Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul          Nic hands me his dagger before he slumps into a faint. I hoist him onto my shoulder, iron shirt and all, and I’m handed his sword and girdle from the heap at the entrance as I leave.          It’s not a long heft toContinue reading “Post #10.7, Wednesday, July 15, 2020”

Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The pig on the spit looks familiar. Is this creature one-in-the-same as was choosing a rotted rutabaga instead of chomping into my nice and meaty man-foot just last month? [post #9.1] I think I’ll pass on the pork. Maybe it was my ancient Jewish upbringingContinue reading “Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020”