Friday Fictioneers

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‘Twas twilight. Upon the bank of a tumbling stream, a chestnut steed nibbled tufts of green grass. A limp wet body lay in the shallow water, one wrist held high, knotted in the steed’s reins. An expressionless face, its pale cheeks grazed and bleeding.

At daybreak, the steed was discovered, alone. The water was still; the only sound, the sorrowful cooing of a pure white dove perched upon a branch above the spot where the body had lain.

Where it went, I know not. Carried downstream maybe. Claimed by creatures of the night perhaps. Gone.


dales-waterfallFriday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle.  Dale Rogerson provided the photograph. Thank you both.

70 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Hi Keith – as it’s soaking here and the rain produces torrents that could easily sweep someone away … but I rather like the idea of the dove being the reincarnation of a delicate woman thrown by her horse and her life … sad – but easily thought about – cheers Hilary

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  2. Hola Keith,

    Long time! I need a little favour. My blog turns two on 6th November and was wondering if you could write a guest post on my blog NatashaMusing, for the 7th November. A piece of fiction if you please, and Rosey included if that stokes your fancy. :))

    I’ll send you the details on email. Do let me know what you think.

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