100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff.
Imogene slumped to the dirt, her back scraping against the hard stone wall of the tavern in the square. The brightly colored banners overhead waved at her, taunting her.
The king’s messenger said everyone was coming home. All through the day, she and everyone had laughed, and ate, and drank, rejoicing as each knight rode through the gates with banners flying high to salute their victory. Vortigern’s men had been driven back into the northern hills.
Now the square was quiet as the sun settled behind the horizon.
Everyone had long since gone.
Where was Owain?