Gallop, gallop little horsie until the castle is
reached.
The children played below as the adults
talked—it was going badly.
Castle, castle let down your gates for the
horsie
Fists slammed and dire threats echoed off walls.
Not on your chinny, chin, chin
Soon the children fought for real.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.