My microfiction feedback group shouted at me for putting a Scottish river monster in their Welsh river in my piece “Under the Blackweir.” I’m an American. I don’t know anything.
You’ve seen the Blackweir before. This is what it looks like when the River Taff is not frozen over:
And speaking of monsters, I’m trying to figure out who this little guy is. He lives in Bute Park, not far from the castle.
