have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
And here is picture prompt #26:
Beggars Can’t Be Choosers
By Michelle Greathouse
Charlotte pulled the curtain aside and peered out of the window - nothing but trees. The four week journey should be coming to an end soon, she did not know whether to be happy or sad about that fact.
She was still in shock over the events of the last month. Her father died, not unexpected in itself, Charlotte had nursed him for the last year and a half. But finding out upon his death that he had no money - was in fact, in debt - was distressing to say the least.
The house and all its furnishings were sold to cover the debts Lord Watson had incurred. That she was able to walk away with her own clothing was a blessing Charlotte was grateful for. That and Hannah.
Charlotte looked over at the plump woman who had been more mother than housekeeper and squeezed her hand. “It shouldn’t be long now.”
Hannah brushed her hand over her graying hair, not a strand out of place. “Aye lass, we’ll be there soon enough.”
Shortly thereafter the carriage came to a halt and the door was opened. “It’ll be a few moments before everything is transferred to the barge, if you care to stretch your legs milady.” The footman assisted Charlotte and Hannah from the carriage and set about moving the trunks to the barge.
Charlotte made her way to the edge of the water, careful to keep her shoes from getting wet. She remarked upon the fog, “My mourning clothes fit well with this gloomy weather. I can barely see the castle in all of this fog.”
Suddenly is was too much to bear and Charlotte turned to Hannah, tears on her face. “What do you think he wants with me, this Lord Niall. Though he says he was a friend to my father, I’ve never heard of him. Hannah I am afraid.”
Hannah took Charlotte by the hand. “Lass, what choice do we have? We’ve no where else to go and no money to boot.” Resigned, Charlotte let Hannah lead her to the awaiting barge.
The barge made it’s way through the water quickly. Sooner than expected Charlotte arrived at the opposite dock. “Careful milady, tis slippery.”
At the end of the short dock Charlotte found a set of massive stone steps that disappeared into the fog.
She began to climb.
Off to her right a wolf howled causing Charlotte to mis-calculate the distance to the next step. She stumbled and would have fallen if not for the strong arm that reached out of the fog and grabbed her.
“Careful lass, you wouldn’t want to fall.”
Charlotte looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, topped by a head of hair as black as night. “Lord Niall?”
“Welcome to Castle Killymoon.”
Word Count: 497
Definitely not my usual fare - but I’m trying to branch out - and I didn’t kill anyone - yet. :)
Hope you liked it.
Have a great weekend.