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.
But no more