In the interim, last week I knocked out my shortest ever Canterbury Tale (The Tapestry-Maker's Second Tale) - more of that next week.
Meantime, here are eight lines from The Weaver's Second Tale dealing with James, the Earl of Perth's death:
Then suddenly the castle’s joyous mood
Transformed, replacing merriment with fear;
For struggling to his feet ’twas crystal clear
From James’s features something was amiss.
His face was pale as chalk, as if the kiss
Of scything Death had brushed against his cheek.
His lips turned blue, and when he tried to speak
No words, just laboured grunts and gasps, emerged.
Anyhow, that's it for this week!
Below are links to my two Global Short Story Competition winners, my short-listed story for the National newspaper, Abu Dhabi, and my Canterbury Tale published by Coscom Entertainment: