Rochelle’s challenge this week is prompted by Dale’s seasonally snowy photo.
The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.
Click the Frog & Hop Aboard!
Darkness falls on this winter solstice night.
‘I am Ned Ludd vagrant of this parish, voted Lord of Misrule this wintertime.
‘Sir Stooge, of her majesty’s court my scurvy servant, bring beer and pies from your kitchens.
My Boy Bishop, shall we fling open the Church coffers, throw coins in the air free for all ? It’s the money we paid in tithes.
What say you my gobbling Goose Parsons ? Quaaaack!.
Stoke the fire bella-donnas, no-one shall sleep cold on the frozen ground whilst I am Ruler.
Apparently I’m to be murdered when Solstice is over. No ! I’ll steal away into the darkness and be gone.‘