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 (8)
Beautiful beautiful beautiful!! I'd pick a favourite line but the entire thing is gorgeous in a way that belongs to your iconic writer's voice.
I like how this viewpoint doesn’t sensationalise or dramatise the eclipse, but a sense of assurance is kept throughout. Shadow minnows is lovely imagery Suze!
This is excellent. "Shadow minnows" Splendid imagery! Fantastic.
Your photo and poem are both so absolutely gorgeous! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
So beautiful! “It will pass, as all things do.” Such a lovely reminder.
Wow stunning picture there and great poem!
What a photo! I've never seen these eclipse minows!
My thoughts exactly. I spent about 10 minutes observing it in the shadows of a colander and a cheese grater. lol I really enjoyed this one, Suze!