Weekend Writing Wariors – Nov. 23

This comes in about Chapter Three of the novel in progress.


As his footsteps crunched on the gravel paths, Carel heard little boys’ voices reciting multiplication tables coming from a wooden schoolhouse. Women and girls were bringing water from the river and a blacksmith was heating metal in his forge, anvil at the ready to make more horseshoes.

He had spent the past three days riding through forests and meadows, calming his jittery horse on a ferry across the Elbe at Hamburg, and traversing small towns and farms to reach a new town further north than he had ever been. He had a vague memory of falling asleep and waking up sometime last week to an old friend asking him to go to Schwabstedt. The friend gave him directions and told him to find the tailor shop, and an old woman who fed the birds in the town square would tell him why he was needed there.

Carel had wanted to take a trip to buy some fresh supplies and see how other tailors were using some of the new materials for a while, so he was happy to help his friend. After he made sure that his helper could take care of  the Thüringia tailor shop, he headed out.

Schwabstedt dolmenNow in Schwabstedt, just down the path from the school, he found that town’s tailor shop. A sign over the door said Latz Brüder Besten Kleider seit 1595.


About jeanlatzgriffin

Jean Latz Griffin is the owner of CyberINK, a small business that produces quirky skeleton-themed products. She has finished the first draft of a historical fantasy and received comments from her agent. She has turned to Orson Scott Card for tips on the second draft. She is author of "In the Same Breath," and "One Spirit: A Creation Story for the 21st Century." She has a certificate in creative writing from the University of Chicago's Writers Studio. Griffin is a member of the growing community of former Chicago Tribune reporters, enjoys Weekend Writing Warriors and the Story Studio in Chicago. Her Sheltie, Thunder, likes to "type" on her computer keys, and Dr Wu, a Weimaraner, likes to lick her ear when she is trying to think. Her husband passed in June of 2011. Her three fabulous grown sons live nearby. She plays violin in an amateur string orchestra.

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