The Masters

Shakespeare lifted his quill and pondered. A poem, a drama? He wasn’t certain. What would Mary like most?

He began tentatively, nervously eking out the inky words onto empty grey parchment.

Days later, finally content, he handed it in.

“Bravo, Wills”, said the schoolmaster, “You’re getting much better at this.”

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