Post #7.7, Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul          At this waking I’m lying in the soaking hull, but now I can see a pale of light through strips of bandages.  That brings a promise of healing and an assurance of again having sight.          “The hull is taking on water faster than men can pumpContinue reading “Post #7.7, Wednesday, April 15, 2020”

Post #7.6, Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul          At this waking I hear the sounds of the oars and the groaning in effort against wind driven current. I can feel the pulse of the river rills moving under my shoulders, as I lay here on the boards of hull, spine to spine with ship. FreshContinue reading “Post #7.6, Tuesday, April 14, 2020”