It’s been a while since I’ve attempted any prompts (I know that there’s been a few that I need to re-post/link to here, I hope to get to that soon), but finally I’ve had a nibble again at Miranda Kate’s Mid-Week Flash Challenge–at the last minute, of course. I’ve intended to enter many a week, but I am not good with time, and you’d think the title would be enough of a clue of when I need to get my stuff together, but apparently not.
Head on over and see this week’s picture prompt, and let me know if you think I did a good job with it.
The heavy keys thunked onto the wooden table, as the gaoler slid back into his chair.
“I bet you fiddled with them cards,” he said, nodding to the deck being idly shuffled.
“Bullshit, I ain’t a cheat like you. I’d ‘ave puts summat in yer drink, instead!” his colleague said with a laugh, and began dealing.
“This ale is pissweak as it is, could do with some extra kick to it. Go ya halves in a bottle of rum fer tomorrow night’s shift? We can get Faelin in on the game, and fleece ‘im, yeah?”
“I’ll drink to that, mate!” Their mugs clacked together, and they drained them to the dregs. The gaoler’s eyes went glassy, and his head slumped to the table.
The guard looked at him with scorn. “I wish I could slit yer damn throat, but they’ll make an example out of ye which’ll be o’ more use to us than a corpse.” He swept up the keys and made his way to cells. God’s teeth, this night had been a long time coming, but the rebellion was finally here.