So, after a couple of months without posting a blog entry, I thought it about time to pull my finger out and hit that all important ‘Publish’ button. This latest submission to the Friday Fictioneers is quite overdue, but hopefully it’s an enjoyable piece.
Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford.
As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.
Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.
Fallen from Grace
Ulrich flung his sword down in disgust, watching as his cherished blade clattered among it’s discarded fellows. Destined for the firepit, Ulrich’s longsword would be melted down, readied to start afresh on the blacksmith’s anvil.
Shaking his head, Ulrich stepped forward, bringing him face to face with his liege lord.
‘Surrender is not an option.’
Tears ran down Ulrich’s cheeks. ‘Your words, not mine.’
Looking upon the man he had once trusted implicitly, Ulrich sensed his words fell on deaf ears. Filling his mouth with phlegm, Ulrich resolved to part with one final act of defiance.