A woman stood by the wall, gazing out the castle window.
“Excuse me. Are you part of the tour?” He asked. “I seem to have lost my way. Would you mind directing me?”
She didn’t move. “What is your name?”
“Sorry,” he extended his hand, “I’m Kenneth.”
“The rain speaks to us, Kenneth. It sends messages from the clouds when they have become too full of thoughts.” She leaned her forehead against a pane. “Kenneth. Kenny. Ken.”
“Yes, erm, right.” He dropped his hand. “Do you happen to know which of these doors might be an exit?”
She dipped her third finger in a bit of water that had leaked inside and pooled in the corner of the stone sill. “I knew it began with a ‘k’. A bit of wisdom from the rainwater, Kenneth. You want to return to your family? Any door in this room apart from that one.” She pointed over her shoulder to a promising-looking modern door with fresh paint.
“That one it is,” he mumbled. “Thank you.”
“The rainwater has warned you, Kenneth.”
“Right. Again, thank you.” He shook his head and walked through the door.
“They never listen to the rain,” she sighed, hearing Kenneth’s screams.
I’ve combined two prompts again this week (unsuccessfully):
#writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent which asks writers to use photos for inspiration (the photo above is this week’s prompt)
and Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch which asks writers to pen a piece in 99 words (this week’s prompt: Wisdom).
May 18, 2017 prompt: Wise/Wisdom– Clearly, I didn’t make the 99-word limit this week as this one is closer to 200. Still, I appreciate the prompt word weaved in with the photo prompt.