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Tag Archives: Sir Francis Drake
Jewels in the Claw (7) – Steve Tanham
Continued from Part Six. The tea cup is empty, but he continues to hold it – lost, happily, in his reveries on the edge of what was the stage, the royal court floor… He looks down at the cup and … Continue reading
Jewels in the Claw (6) – Steve Tanham
Continued from Part Five. Sipping the tea, his hands clasp around the warm cup. The gesture reminds him of the way she took her husband’s arm, at the end of that first glimpse of what The Queen had in store for … Continue reading
Jewels in the Claw (5) – Steve Tanham
Continued from Part Four. Kind hands pass him a hot tea. He sits on the edge of what was the Royal Court, sipping and watching the ghosts… Many kind faces came to life in this, now-unstructured space – but it … Continue reading