Posted for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt which you can find here: https://scvincent.com/2017/01/26/thursday-photo-prompt-waiting-writephoto/

An encounter with a knight

We passed through the great stone arch of the castle and into the dark, cold entrance hall. I felt totally overwhelmed and was glad to have my Mother by my side. We climbed up the steep stone steps and came out onto a platform above the vast kitchen. A scrumptious banquet was being prepared and there were piles of interesting foods on every wooden countertop. The room was a hive of activity with people of all shapes and sizes scurrying everywhere.

Willy charged onto the platform, sword drawn and mouth wide open. A great roar came from his throat as he spotted the suit of armour in the stairwell, tucked behind a great lantern. Willy bounded forward and smashed his sword into the metal figure. The head fell off with a loud clang and rolled across the floor. Willy’s roar turned into a wail of anguish as he looked at his toy light sabre. The impact had shattered the plastic and the dangling blue shards hung on by a delicate thread. All the tourists and visitors to Dover Castle were gazing up at us, shocked by the racked. Mom was a deep shade of red at all the commotion Willy was causing and quickly picked him up. Trying to sooth him with promises of a replacement sword if he stopped yelling. I was annoyed, Willy always ruined everything and, because of his noisy howling, he always got a reward instead of the punishment he deserved.

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