Alexandra stared out the window. “Why doesn’t anyone come around anymore?”
Hugo said, “I thought you wanted them to stay away.”
Alexandra shrugged. “When papa forbid our union, it was satisfying to watch him succumb to the poison you placed in his tea. But, then I got chained up in this dreadful tower.”
“Hey, the dungeon was worse,” Hugo exclaimed.
“Okay…anyway…after dying, it was fun to scare the villagers.”
He brushed dangling skin from his eyes. “At least we have each other.”
Alexandra rolled her eyes and dragged her chains across the floor.
She sighed deeply. The stupidity of youth.
I couldn’t help writing a ghost story as Halloween approaches. This week’s photo prompt was provided by “Friday Fictioneers” own lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I have enjoyed starting off my weekend by writing a story, for this 100-word writing challenge, for nearly a year now. If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, click HERE.