Flash Fiction #66

Widdershins

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

WIDDERSHINS

He must be late! Everybody was coming back. Bloody British, they don’t know if they’re coming or going, but do it on the wrong side of the road. Everyone else had passed to the right on medieval trails, to keep the sword-arm free.

Not the English! No Sirree! At least they hadn’t passed this aberration on to Canada or the USA, although they’d led 50 other countries astray – if you didn’t look too hard at the definition of the term ‘country.’ Turks and Caicos Islands, and Vendu. Vendu?? There were sunglass kiosks in the malls that were larger than Vendu.

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple website and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

 

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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.