A Stranger might just change your life – #Writephoto.

I slumped in my chair, the ale in front of me looked less than appetising, but what else could I do. It looked like there was no way into the castle. It was strong and secure, surrounded by ditches and moats and heavily guarded by skilled archers. It was useless. My love had been taken from me and there was no way to retrieve her.

“What’s wrong with your face?” an elderly woman slumped down next to me. I ignored her. “You’ll turn that ale off, face like that.” I pulled my collar hiding my face a little and hopefully providing the hint that I didn’t want company.

“Must be a girl then?” She took a final gargled slurp of her drink. “Although not that many girls around here. Except for that bonnie new girl up at the castle, of course.” I couldn’t help but turn a little back to face her.

“Ah, so I’m right. It is a girl.” She smiled triumphantly. I sighed.

“Well, what of it? It’s no use now, she has been locked away in that fortress. Promised to another.” I took a sip of my drink hoping to disguise my raspy vocals as thirst.

“Love you, does she?”

“Well, she told me she did. I guess I’ll never know now.” The old woman nodded.

“What if I told you there was a way to find out?”

“There is no way, she is locked in that stronghold until she is wed,” I said exasperatedly. Frustratingly the old woman nodded slowly at me again.

“Well, what if I told you there was a way, a secret way, into the castle?” Her eyes shimmered and she licked her lips.

“Really?”

“Most definitely.”

“Where? Tell me where. I need to go at once.” I made to stand but she pulled me back to my seat.

“Hold yourself, young man. Patience is the skill.” She shook her empty glass at me. I understood the meaning. It could be a trap but I had to risk it, I called to the barman and pointed to her empty glass. Within seconds she had her drink. After she took a slow agonising drink of it, she turned to me and licked her lips once more, now satisfied.

“Under the arches of the drawbridge, there is a secret door. You can only get to it when the water lies low. But it has been dry for many weeks so I would think tonight you would make it. It will take you into the very walls of the castle but it would be a way inside no-one would know of. Once inside you will need to use every skill you have. Especially patience and listening. It will be the only way to avoid the guards and find your love.”

I stood up and threw money down on the table. “Thank you. Thank you so kindly.” She nodded her nod once again.

I waited in the woodlands until darkness. Then just as the woman said made my way down to the water. Crossing it carefully I bridge-photo-by-sue-vincentstood underneath the archway. I could not believe my luck. Hidden in the darkness was a doorway, so many would miss it, but there it was, exactly as she had said. I started climbing the steps up to it, preparing myself for the challenge ahead. As I reached the top step behind me I heard the heavens open. I glanced back at the moat, wondering just how long it would take to fill, just how long I would have. It didn’t matter, no matter what I had to try.


My response to Sue’s wonderful photo prompt. A bit of an adventure this week. 🙂

If you want to give the prompt a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Bridge #writephoto and join in the prompt.KL ❤

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Stepping Stones – #writephoto

She walked hastily to the stones. It was her favourite time sneaking across to see him. All her friends told her no. She would get in so much trouble, but it was worth it for those few hours in his arms. They would run through the woods together, share sandwiches together. Last time it had been even more exciting, he had placed a daisy in her hair and leant in and kissed her. She couldn’t believe it and couldn’t wait to do it again.Even the rain couldn’t dampen her spirits.

She skipped happily towards the bay, but on arrival was devastated to see that the water was too high and the stone crossing was hidden beneath the waves. He waved to her from the other side but with little she could do, they both turned away. She stepped slowly and gloomily down the bay until she came across a stone shelter, glancing back she decided she wasn’t too far away, she could wait here until it was clear and then surprise him.

Nestled in she waited for hours listening to the water. Finally, her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off to sleep. She awoke with a start, then remembering where she was and her plan she looked out of her cave towards the stepping stones, they were clear. Clumsily she started to climb from the shelter. Her excitement mounted as she watched him emerge from the trees, had he waited for her too? Then from behind him stepped a girl. That was when she noticed, his hand was entwined in hers and the girl wore a daisy in her hair. To rub salt into the wound, he stopped and kissed the girl.

Walking back from the shelter to her home, her sanctuary, she wiped the dripping tears. She would never tell the others what happened by the stepping stones.

 

Stepping Stones by Sue Vincent

Stepping Stones Image by Sue Vincent

 

 


Originally Written in response to Daily Echo’s #WritePhoto challenge. Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by Wednesday 27th July and link back to Sue’s blog.

#Maydays Prompt – Date Night!

“Ten Things You Shouldn’t Say on a Date.dancing
1. You’re wearing that?
2. Something smells funny.
3. Where’s the Tylenol?
4. And to think, I first wanted to date your brother.
5. I have a confession to make…
6. My dad has a suit just like that.
7. That man is hot. Look at him.
8. My ex, may he rot in hell forever…
9. You’re going to order that? Seriously?
10. You’re how old?”
― Gena Showalter, Animal Instincts

For today’s #maydays prompt, how about a bit of dating? Got a story to tell, a blossoming romance or an ultimate disaster story. Either way I’d love to hear! 🙂

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Dodgems of Love

Grandma is one of my favourite people on earth! She is really short, and probably as round as she is tall, but she’s an amazing tower of strength. She is a proper matriarch of the family, that always wants to know how all the family are doing all the time (with 8 children, 19 grandchildren, and 15 great-grandchildren it’s not an easy task!), but she just wants to know everyone is doing well, healthy and happy.

I adore her and granddad’s story. A chance meeting on the dodgems may not be a fairy-tale romantic setting for most, but for them, it was to be the start of a relationship lasting 60 years and counting. Grandma met the love of her life, Peter, at Bridlington’s arcade in 1953 and they married after a year of courting.

When Grandma tells the story she says, her and a friend walked through the amusement arcade and granddad was on the dodgems having the time of his life.

“We looked at one another and he came over and we have never been separated since. He was the one.”

The secret to that special connection that creates a long and happy marriage?

Is to never let an argument rumble on. Grandma’s advice. “We care for one another and never let the sun go down on an argument.”

We think this translates to Granddad accepting that Grandma is the boss! But whatever it is it clearly works. Things may have changed in this day and age but I think their story still shows you just never know when and where you might find your happily ever after.

To have a baby or not to have a baby – that is the question!

180 Degrees

Tell us about a time you changed your views on something?

“So, when are you having children?…”

The fearful saying that haunts every newly married couple. I got married because I adore my partner and can’t imagine my life without him in it. I must secretly confess to being somewhat of a hopeless romantic, this is a recent revelation I would have completely denied it before!

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I am NOT the modern day love-struck that most people my age are, we don’t take copious amounts of selfies together, I rarely remember to text him, never mind the “just because I love you” soppy ones, and we have completely separate hobbies, so unlike a lot of couples I know, we do not do everything together.

So, where does the soppy-ness come in? Well, the thing we do together, is laugh, alot. I will see something and can’t wait to tell him. Or I will hear a song on the radio and picture him caveman dancing to it and I will laugh. He equally challenges me even when I am in full-on nag mode, he tucks his hands under his arms and imitates a duck (as apparently that’s what I sound like when I nag) this doesn’t sound a lot but as I chase him around the kitchen trying to swat him with a tea towel all tension is lost and we usually end up in a heap on the floor giggling, with the two dogs springing around us madly. It doesn’t sound a lot but it works and has done for seven years now.

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The thing is I am approaching 30 and although only married for a year, the beady little eyes of mothers and grandma’s are on us waiting for that tell-tale bump to appear. Heaven forbid they found out I am on a 3 year implant!! But it seems all around me this is the norm, I should have already have had kids? Even today the telegraph had as its feature article Senior NHS doctor tells women ‘have baby before 30’.

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I’m just not there, my clock is about 90° but it’s not quite at the 180… maybe in a few more years…