Photo prompt © Roger Bulltot
Kelvin M. Knight
There was no point denying it. His castle didn’t have towers bristling with multicoloured banners, nor shields sparkling from its walls, with multitudes of arrows and swords proclaiming, ‘Fight my might!’
His purpose was clear: not to keep people out but to keep them near. That’s why his portcullis rusted in its up position, why his drawbridge rotted in the mud. With open arms, he welcomed everyone, despite such actions ensuring everything would crumble.
Except the wild flowers spreading beauty wherever he stumbled. Lost in their scent, he grinned toothlessly. He didn’t need to doubt or understand why; he knew.
Thank you to everyone for taking part this week (01/09/17), and reading each other’s stories, and liking, and commenting. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there’s a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo. To read other aspiring writers’ stories, click the Blue Frog.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.