Every Wednesday Rockingham Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page.
Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
Oh – and there’s a question at the end…
“Sire,” squeaked Thomas, “do our cries still go unheard?”
“Aye, lad,” Lord Barton rattled his chains. “These thick, stone walls trap both body and voice. I hear those on the other side, but they not us.”
“Countless days have we rotted, Sire. Soon these cuffs will slip over my withering hands should I still be able to try.” Eyes closed, Thomas fought for air.
“With your remaining strength, let us scream once more.”
“Aye, Sir.” Cries echoed, then faded.
Jason, briefly distracted from his iPhone, glanced back towards the dungeon, then followed the boring tour guide upstairs towards the exit.
Question: Is it at all evident that Lord Barton and Squire Thomas are ghosts who lived and died in the dungeon hundreds of years prior to Jason’s visit? When Barton said, “I hear those on the other side,” I was hoping that – and the setting change – would be enough of a clue. Is it enough?