Openwriting Web magazine features a feast of words from regular columnists, U3A writers and other authors. Every day there is something new to read in Openwriting. ...He and Arthur had had much in common. Arthur had been so far removed from his family in Sussex that he had now acquired a small plot of land in a rainswept churchyard in Yorkshire. Not really fair, when he had been hoping for a plantation in the Indies with dusky maidens willing to roll his cigar upon their inner thighs... Emma Cookson continues her must-read novel of romance and revenge set in the 19th Century. Harry Simms sat in the church where he had been married five months before and reflected upon the coffin that lay on the bier before the altar. Paying for Arthur?s funeral was the least he could do. Obadiah Frost and Squire Barnstaple occupied the pew behind him and, despite the solemnity of the occasion, the Squire was making no attempt to regulate his flatulence. Mungo Ransome sat alone behind them and Ezekiel and Ezra from the hall were at the back of the church to make up the numbers. St David?s was cold and damp. The day was grey and the air a wet mist. Squire Barnstaple, in his role as Coroner, had once again been obliging. Mind you, the facts were straight forward enough. The Honourable Arthur Petty had visited his old friend Harry Simms, had too much to drink, and fallen from his horse into the