This 100-word Flash Fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt.
‘Your Grace,’ said the maid, curtseying. ‘A letter.’
The Duchess snatched the envelope.
‘Anything else, Your Grace?’
Amelia waved her hand towards the door. ‘Leave.’
She read the letter, smiled and watched it blacken, shrivel and slip between the large oak logs in the fireplace.
We must be careful.
That night, stepping into the tree tunnel to meet the man she loved, she shivered as she remembered the place, six months earlier, where she had kissed her groom, the elderly Duke of Highcliff.
A branch snapped.
‘Amelia, you’re just on time,’ said the Duke, pointing his gun at her young valet.
Every week, Sue posts one of her pictures as a prompt for inspiration in whatever form we choose. Use the image to create your own post and link back to Sue’s post.
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