Almost, But Not Quite
A Story-Poem

“Run,” she said. “Before the second bell has rung and the queen has awakened from her nap. You must not let the queen find you in her chambers. There will be hell to pay.” I pulled up my trousers, grabbing my shirt and shoes as I darted for the window. “Not that way,” she said. “Through this door. It leads to a secret passageway that will take you outside the castle. I will let you know when it is safe for you to return.” I departed without a kiss.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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