On my morning train to work, I found myself sitting kitty-corner across the aisle from a tall and massively built gentleman with a magnificent beard cascading down to his chest, and a great head of fine unruly hair that seemed to shine in the morning sunlight. He was, in fact, the denim-clad image of that Green Knight with whom young Sir Gawain had such an interesting go-around in days of yore.
He was utterly absorbed in a large floppyback tome entitled - Medieval Swordsmanship: Illustrated Methods and Techniques. I wonder if Her Majesty’s court doesn’t have some interesting days to look forward to.
I could not have made this up. But now the image has etched itself into my memory, I’m pretty sure that a story will form around it eventually. It’s just too good to let alone.
Since story ideas are not what I’m short of, I make a free present of this incident to the wide world, in the hope that a fellow-writer will pick it up and run with it, and I shall get to read the rest of the tale without the bother of writing it.
Assuming, of course, that it doesn’t turn up first in hundred-point type in every newspaper in the world.
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