Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
‘Come away from the window Alice.’
‘Mother, I heard their horses.’
‘You know it’s not safe, come away.’
Alice climbed back into her bed. She drifted back to sleep cuddling Charlotte, her new rag doll. As she slept, her mother lit the torches in the network of tunnels below their house, before running out to help her husband and the other men from the village. Rolls of silk, packets of tobacco, barrels of brandy were swiftly hidden from sight.
‘The King of Prussia’s’ men had relieved another wreck of its cargo, before the customs men came galloping along the beach.
The house above Prussia Cove
For more information on the self-styled King of Prussia and his family
… and an extract from ‘A Smuggler’s Song’ by Rudyard Kipling
‘IF you wake at midnight, and hear a horse’s feet,
Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
Them that ask no questions isn’t told a lie.
Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by.’