I decided to rewrite a previous story, because thats kinda what I do. I took out what I didnt think fit. If people like this, I will write one more appropriate for Bardic spoken word (maybe even a song or poem).
Time and Tide
On the day of a mighty storm, a stranger in a deep blue cloak kissed a lovely, freckle-faced maiden three times as she lay dying. Her betrothed, a sailor, had gone away to buy the poultice that would save her, but the storm delayed him. He was a day late. His true love...
Published on March 21, 2020 04:55