Today’s a day which will never be forgotten, the end of an Elizabethan Age. I wrote this last year as part of my challenge to write a hundred word piece a day, every day for a hundred days:
Once there was a little girl; her mother and father told her the Queen was visiting her town. Was the King coming too? Her mother told her the Queen was the Queen and married to a handsome prince. Quite right, thought the little girl thought, a queen should always marry a handsome prince.
The little girl went to see the Queen who was not in a golden carriage but in a shiny black car. It was so crowded the little girl sat on her father’s shoulders. The handsome prince saw the little girl and smiled and waved just at her.