Rebecca’s Place

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Here’s a clip from one of the medieval flashbacks in my forthcoming novel, Hippies.

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She was standing in a long hall with post-and-beam walls. The floor was covered with rushes, and on the timber of the walls hung dyed linen cloths decorated with embroidery. There was little furniture – a couple of long wooden benches against the wall, a chest, a trestle table holding a small earthenware pot filled with sprigs of sage and basil and rosemary. The man who had spoken to her of Jeremiah sat on a stool at the table sopping a crust of dark rye bread back and forth in a mug of small beer. His sharp features and curly black hair and severe bearing had not changed. The narrow windows had no glass but were shuttered against the rain, which was coming down hard outside.

Another man opened the door and charged in…

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