Hello all, hope everyone’s fit and well – and poorly toes are healing quickly :)
In the unlikely event that you ended up here by random chance, this is a submission to the Friday Fictioneers, a rough assemblage of writing types who like to exercise their grey matter by writing a one hundred word story inspired by a photo prompt on a weekly basis. If you’d like to know more, go see Rochelle.
Thank you Claire for such a wonderful photo this week.
Forgive Me Father
The graveyard crows cawed forlornly as the pale young man stared up at his father’s statue.
“Forgive me,” he sighed. “But I do not have your strength. There are armies on our borders, and the only option is to yield. The council don’t agree, but the decision is mine alone. I’m sorry.”
Wind ruffled his hair as he dropped his eyes, ashamed by his confession.
With a crack that sent the crows wheeling, the statue split and crumbled. The pointed crown rolling down the rubble to finish up at the young man’s feet. Broken . . . like his kingdom.