Thanks to Teresa of “The Haunted Wordsmith” and The Word of The Day Challenge, I present this short story.
This week’s prompt:
While the Lords had great reign over their fortress of mighty walls and a castle that looked over the landscaped gardens. The court would mingle amongst themselves and speak pleasantries of the weather, and the upcoming ball to be held.
The young maidens were all preened and hair coifed, for it was they who would be showcased before the future King as if they were show ponies.
While the peasants prepared the lavish meal of turkey, grapes, and fine wines, the vagabonds who entered their small village lent a hand at gathering the harvest of vegetables to be served to the honored guest.
It was a young vagabond, Albert who spoke to the other peasants of his disgust towards the Lord of the Manor. “We work our fingers to the bone, bodies beaten down by whips to move quicker, and all we get in return are the chewed remains of the turkey legs and spoiled food from the bins left behind to share amongst the rodents!’
The peasants listened to the stranger, and he made perfect sense. Therefore packed their baskets with fine foods and wine, and then left the castle to fend for themselves.
- Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- The story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments.
- Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.