He stood akimbo in front of his white Arabian horse,Charming , peered into her
eyes deeply. She blinked and neighed ferociously , the unsaid mute
communication conveyed to the equestrian comrade.
He rode on her with élan .
Entering the spacious decorated hall, all eyes riveted on him.
The mood suddenly turned sombre and the air pregnant with suspense. Many
gloved hands clutched their scabbard anticipating a duel. He smiled and shook
hands with the bride's father and doffed his hat at the old lady. His lips partook
wine and his words were far from a forlorn rejected lover. He talked about fair
maidens in-waiting and gracefully slid his arm around Beatrice 's slender waist
and they burned the dance floor.
Merriment returned to clear away the clouds of uncertainty, that loomed with
The beautiful bride and the aristocratic bridegroom mingled with the guests
accepting their good wishes. He went up to the couple along with Beatrice,
the bride's best friend and wished them to allay suspicion.
He let out a sharp whistle and Charming barged into the hall. With a quick
hand he put his winsome lady on the saddle, mounting, he galloped away
leaving the groom thunderstruck.
The lovers rode away on the path of a new life, a new beginning.
written for : Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
and the photo prompt provided by
Scott, author of the blog, Scott's Place.
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