The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death.
"May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
Comments (5)
Sure it must pass cool thought, I like your story line and I would like to read more from you too and I hope you are doing fine??
This is powerful stuff, and it's takes power to break the cycle.
And keeps passing until one generation says enough is enough! Well done, Lindsay!
Your passion is contagious. Keep pursuing your dreams with unwavering dedication.
There we go again. Another pointed, loaded few words put together with grace and importance. Lovely work, sad but filled with hope! Well done, Lindsay!