Flash Fiction #11

Beothuk

Old Warrior

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He had known that she had a strong mind, and a sharp tongue, when he’d agreed to marry her.

They also serve, who only stand and wait, but he was a valiant warrior.  He should be defending his king, not following her with a wicker basket like a greengrocer, while she prowled the peasants’ market.

Beothuk, stand there!  Beothuk, remain for me here.  He could almost feel his joints seizing, and his muscles turning to stone.  If he remained unmoving much longer, he was sure that moss would begin to grow on him, and he would become but a statue….

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site.  Use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.