Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sunshine

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King GarGar was getting up to that age when he could feel the morning aching in his bones. He didn’t like it one bit. While the younger men seemed to leap off of the cold, hard ground, he had to struggle to straighten his back. His aid de camp brought him his hot tea every morning and that helped to clear his head, but before he’d finished his first draught, his men would already be up and ready for warfare. GarGar was a night owl. The sunshine was not his friend.

Published by Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.

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