This writing prompt is courtesy of Sue Vincent’s fun #writephoto challenge is and entitled “keep”. It’s a great photo, I look forward to knowing where it was taken. I’ve gone with a bit of a medieval dark comedy (~650 words).

Owen threw back his hood. The rain had eased and he wanted to get a proper look at the figure confidently striding across the courtyard. “This the kid?”
“Yeah, Sarge,” said Skinner. The tall stranger had been the subject of much speculation in the pub the previous evening. “They reckon he’s a dead shot out to 400 yards. Never missed.”
“Great, just what we need.”
The two men watched the figure make his way along the battlements. A couple of guards pointed him in the right direction. Reaching the top of the ladder the stranger asked. “Sergeant, Owen?”
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They called her Allegiance.
It is time Beloved. One thousand years ago we angered the gods with our love. Our punishment was to be imprisoned in the rock cliffs overlooking our home. We were crude caricatures. I could no longer touch your gentle skin or kiss your sweet lips. They were jealous.
Ancient tired limbs
He looked across at the Keep of his Beloved.

























