Ragtag Daily Prompt: Breath

From the royal box in the stands, the King and Queen could see everything- the field of play, the audience in attendance, even the outlines of the city in the distance. Todays tournament would be a mêlée with combatants flailing away at each other with sword, mace and axe- some on horseback- others on foot. The crowd was raucous, shouting encouragement at their favorite fighters and abuse at their opponents. Pirouette smiled to herself as she watched the peasants pass flagons of wine among themselves.

King GarGar raised his hand and the trumpets began to blare. When he brought his hand down, the trumpets ceased and the fighters entered the field. Without ceremony, they began to attack each other. Queen Pirouette drew a breath as the first casualty’s helmet was ripped of his head and he received a cruel blow from the hilt of a sword right in the forehead. Servants dressed in white with red crosses on their backs scurried onto the field and extracted the wounded fighter.

The crowd went wild.

Published by Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: