Daily Prompt: Quill

Although the natural light was dim, and her surroundings not very inspiring, her work as a scribe was of superior importance. She could not be found out. Her back ached from stooping over the parchment on which the mysteries were being meticulously reproduced. She could not stop.

Parchment was difficult to come by secretly and the finished scrolls not easy to smuggle out of the small town in which she was stationed. There was no difficulty greater than acquiring the perfectly sharpened quill however, they were the bane of her existence, and she needed so many. Although her favourites always came from the swan, goose simply had to suffice. She would make do – for she could not stop! She just could not. Not until this work was done.


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