1816

It would be the fight of his life.  A duel but not over a woman or an accusation of cheating at cards or even because some Pink of the Ton had cast aspersions upon the arrangement of his cravat.  No, it was far more serious.  The control of his fortune, his title, his estate, his very future was at stake.  And he had no choice of weapons, was unarmed, unmanned, with only his twelve year old brother as his second.  But he must face the challenge.

Bile rose in his throat as he turned to confront his opponent.

“Hello, Mother.”

Embellishment for Haiku

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Weather Report

In the morning the sky will be clear.  Soon clouds will form.  Through the afternoon a storm will rage, dark and tempestuous.  Occasional, ironic patches of blue sky may appear.   Finally, sunset will be brilliant, a gathering calm before the Green Ray.

After nightfall, you will see Forever.

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