the silent keep waits
and as the moon exploded
the sacred stood free

Thanks to the following for the inspiration.
Scott Daily Prompt (keep) and FOWC (free) and One Daily Prompt (sacred) and Putting My Feet in the Dirt (as the moon…)
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
the silent keep waits
and as the moon exploded
the sacred stood free

Thanks to the following for the inspiration.
Scott Daily Prompt (keep) and FOWC (free) and One Daily Prompt (sacred) and Putting My Feet in the Dirt (as the moon…)
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)

“To find what you seek, unlock the castle doors. Precious beyond words. But only words will open the way.”
“Open sesame!”
“Abracadabra”
“Shazam”
No luck. Jane’s heart was trapped behind those doors and they’d made it a game. But she was good at games. Think! Hours passed. Then she remembered. Gandalf! Say friend and enter!
“Words!”
And her heart bound out the door.

Thanks to SoCS
And SammiScribbles
And FOWC
Featured Image (castle walls) courtesy of Rochelle Wysoff-Fields