Friday, May 25, 2007

55 Fiction Friday


“Her Grace passed three years ago. She was thrown from her horse while riding with His Grace.” Andrews’ voice was devoid of emotion, a sure sign that he was overcome with feeling. “Her Grace’s kind nature was evident in her final words. She said, ‘Don’t shoot Excalibur. It wasn’t his fault.’”

“Excalibur?”

“Her horse, m’lady.”

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