DAUGHTERS OF KINGS

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 11th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was taken by Al Forbes himself. Thanks, Al.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/sunday-photo-fiction-june-11th-2017/

Genre: Fantasy Humor

Word Count: 200 Words

DAUGHTERS OF KINGS by P.S. Joshi

Princess Gwendolyn sat in her chamber working on embroidery. The picture depicted a knight fighting a dragon.

“If only,” she mumbled.

Her handmaiden, Drucilla, came running into the room almost out of breath as there were no lifts.

“Mistress, your father the king demands you come to the throne room in all haste. Sir Reginald has come to ask for your hand.”

“Oh, all right. Run ahead and tell him I’m readying myself.”

She quickly pushed back her golden braids and put on shoes.

Fairly soon the kingdoms should run out of eligible princes. I’ll have to choose as I don’t want to end up in a nunnery like my cousin, Roslyn. She gave a deep sigh.

Down she strode through the dreary halls until she finally entered the throne room.

“Aha,” declared the king. “Here’s my beauteous daughter. My treasure, meet Sir Reginald.”

“Princess,” wheezed Reg as he knelt before her. He was more than hefty and had some difficulty getting to his feet.

Well, thought Gwen, he’s better than many and not hopeless-looking.

He’ll probably be happy to sit, eat, and live to give my father grandchildren. It could be far worse.

“Welcome to the family, Sir Reginald.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE MEMORY BUS

 

London double-decker bus--03-march-27th-2016

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction – March 27th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members just follow the link below, then click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/sunday-photo-fiction-march-27th-2016/

Genre: Romance Fiction

Word Count: 3+200=203 Words

THE MEMORY BUS by P.S. Joshi

Sean Wilson sat comfortably on the top level of one of the last Routemaster buses in London. They only traveled on a couple heritage routes now. It was one of his “remembering” days.

The face of the woman sitting opposite him in the aisle seat had faded away and he now saw his dear Annie. It was on a similar bus they’d first met.

In a voice like silver, she’d said, pulling off her gloves, “I just moved here from Aberdeen.”

Until then, he hadn’t noticed she was wearing gloves. He’d heard of love at sight but hadn’t believed it. She was magic and her golden hair glowed. He couldn’t think of a thing to say.

He must have looked stunned because she laughed. My name’s Annie Macintosh, what’s yours?”

His name, what was his name? “Sean Wilson,” he blurted out. Now she’d think he was stupid.

But she laughed again. “Do you always take this bus, Sean?” Another passenger walked between them.

His brain froze. Did he? Finally, “Yes, yes,” he almost shouted.

“Say, mate, this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

With a mild shock, Sean came back to the present and his fellow passenger. “No,” he said.

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