I’m still recovering from a minor episode of carpal tunnel inflammation. I want to make an entry into this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and hope that other writers will forgive me just being able to like and not comment at this time.
From where Vallerie stood, the world seemed hazy. She knew, though, that just beyond the castle walls deserts could bloom and the cello’s notes could be carried upon even the driest winds to sooothe.
She looked down upon the dying castle gardens. Hope seemed to dwell in bringing them back to life. A promised release always just beyond her reach. She longed to see yellow daffodils.
“Oh here you are!” Silence was suddenly broken by the King’s voice.
Vallerie crossed her arms in front of her and turned, from the window, to face her King. “Yes, here I am.”
The King waved in the direction of the window. “That garden will never come to life again.” He shook his head and looked at Vallerie. “I have another task for you, though. Perhaps you won’t find it as difficult as the garden it’s…”
“No!” Vallerie ran from the room.
The word echoed in the night and followed Vallerie into the garden and through the garden gate.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris