I bastardized an historical fiction today.
I adulterated the ism, the -isy, the science of retelling.
Yeah, I added invented dialogue to assumed events.
Events I was convinced of,
Events that are unlikely,
Events that have been censored.
But I couldn’t resist – the book was so dull, and the evidence is so scarce, and the events were so sparse.
So I spiced it up. I embellished, painted it, for my pleasure.
For my pleasure, my pleasure. hooray. I enjoyed it.
Now no-one will believe me!
For this dialogue has thrown the plot into the fantastic world of fiction.