Picture by Jamie Griffin
VOICES in PIECES
Kelvin M. Knight
Rhona pressed her ear against the king then the queen and grimaced. She tried the bishop, then the knight. Harrumphing, she stomped from pawn to pawn, prodding each one.
‘They’re fake,’ she screeched.
‘Perhaps they’re resting, ma wee lass.’
‘Why?’ she demanded.
‘Because they’re tired?’ Her father dabbed his brow with a tartan handkerchief.
Rhona grabbed the knight by its mane and shook it. ‘You don’t understand, Pa!’
Hoping this Celtic holiday would help deter them, he plodded towards a castle. Closing his eyes, he ran both hands around the crenelations. Minutes later, he groaned.
‘What?’ Rhona skipped over to him. ‘What!’
‘They’re not fake, ma wee lass. They are made of stone.’
‘I knew it!’ Rhona grinned as she bounced. ‘What did they say? Tell me!’
With a trembling heart, he whispered, ’That you’re going to abandon me like your mother.’
‘Because they have work for me, too, Pa!’
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
To read the other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt, please click the la’al blue frog below.