The year I was five my grandfather left the house every day before dawn. My mom would pack his green cooler with food. He’d put on his boots, grab his yellow bag of tools, and then head out the door with his guide dog Bud and a cheery “Going to guard the castle.”
Every day I’d beg to come along. And every day he’d tell me “maybe when you’re older.”
Then one day, Bud came home but my grandfather didn’t. So I followed Bud back to the castle.
It was just as I always imagined. Except for the flashing lights.
COVER PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand
And thanks to Friday Fictioners
and to Sammi Scribbles (Castle in exactly 100 words) and FOWC (Guide)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
Nice take.
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Thanks.
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You are welcome, dear.
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A good mix of two prompts. 🙂
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Thanks. ‘‘Twas fun!
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Bittersweet story.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks.
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Whatever he was guarding in the castle, I hope it was worth sacrificing his life for.
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Me too 😉
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Sad story. Well told.
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Good set-up–I wasn’t expecting that ending.
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😎😉
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A different take on the prompt, well done
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thank you!
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Nicely done.
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Thanks 😊
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Very bittersweet. Very well-written.
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Thanks
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