Wednesday, 6 September 2017

The Fort

                                                            PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

The pathway lay dusty and dishevelled. The shrubs sprouting presented an ugly picture.

“How long is the way ahead, Grandpa?”

“Yonder, the fort ruins on the hill”.

“This doesn’t look like a fort?”

“The fort was once impregnable, Harry. There was a moat around, infested with 


“Oh, really grandpa, it’s hard to digest. Did the enemy have to wage a long battle to 

conquer the fort?”

Harry shook the old man’s hand for he had a proclivity for silence when under stress”.

“Not really, Harry. A lone enemy inside was enough. My great-grandpa”. 

Tears swelled to blur the image.

                           written for  : Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


word count : 100

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