The Green Man
By L.E. Thomas
Olivia put aside her quill pen and surveyed the neatly written accounts with satisfaction. As was her practice, she carefully sprinkled a little fine sand over them so they would not smear as they dried. The late September sun was streaming through the open window in her father’s office as she stoppered the inkpot.
She could hear the familiar sounds of the busy London thoroughfare of Aldgate below. The cries of sellers, the rumble of wagons, the bleats and squawks of livestock on their way to market, these were all sounds she had grown up with at The Green Man Inn.
Some visitors remarked that is was an unusual name for a bustling tavern amid a busy urban centre, but Olivia reflected with a smile that a name from the depths of the country did no harm to thei
