I was walking a dark wood-panelled hallway in Hampton Court Palace, away from tourists and noisy schoolchildren. One panel out of the hundreds was more worn away, many hands having touched that space. Curious, I did the same, and felt something draw my ear to the wall. From the other side, slightly muffled but distinct, a child’s voice whispered to me. It took me several listens but eventually I was able to make out what he said. I took his words and share them with you here.
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Six Word Novel:
divorced
beheaded
died.
divorced
beheaded
survived.
You didn't write that!
shhhhh. The little boy who told it to me said I couldn't tell anyone.