There followed a long awkward pause. George put his arm around Maxene then rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder as if to soothe her.
Every few months Arthur would pick a Sunday and organise a family event.
God's a man they know it to dispute it is a sin Can't you feel the bristles of his beard against your skin? His child a boy, a king no less was formed without disgrace
The sun rose into a cool blue, autumn sky, its rays broke through the gap in George's curtains, penetrating his eyelids and gently pulling him back from his dream.