the fort

May 20, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about an old mystery in the
current time.
Is it a discovery? Is it solved? Does it no longer matter, or does it impact innocent
generations in between?

The courtesan swirled to the strains of the 16^th century Indian music.

Her beauty unmatched, she was the cynosure of the King's lust while

her heart strings were tied elsewhere.

The moon in its full glory witnessed to the fall of the helpless

courtesan from the fort ramparts into the deep moat by six pair

of evil hands.

I clicked the fullness of the moon with my cell-phone and looked 

in the direction of the footfalls. There was no soul in sight.

Fear froze me. The folk-lore claims were true.

A loud thud was heard and the moat-water rippled.

written for : Carrot Ranch : Flash Fiction Challenge.