Friday Fictioneers – Land Grab

ff101214A sign hung loosely from the rusty gatepost.

‘Keep Out or Die!’ it screamed, each letter glistened a sticky red – likely written using her own blood.

The bushes on the other side of the bridge trembled; branches snapped and cracked under less-than-dainty footsteps. A set of sharp, blue eyes suddenly appeared, peering out through the foliage of thick, green undergrowth. She was watching; readying her defences.

Even though she was my sister, and nearly nine, there was three of us and the invasion was set for noon – a new King of the Island was soon to be crowned.

These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.


23 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Land Grab

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Cheers, Claire. Aye, had a Swallows and Amazons thing going on here i.e. perhaps Nancy Blackett (Amazon) is on the island and Titty/Kitty and Roger (Swallows) are set to invade. Nothing sinister at play here 🙂

  1. Jan Brown

    Like others, I thought of Lord of the Flies. Wasn’t sure if it was a game or a serious fight–but the story works very well, either way.

    Still, I’m glad to hear you intended it as a bit of creative fun 🙂

  2. Margaret

    I was expecting trolls to appear from under the bridge at any moment, but three marauding boys are worse! Great story – I like that you keep us guessing about whether it’s a game or something more sinister. I have memories of similar adventures in a patch of bush behind my childhood home. We played Robin Hood, and for some reason I always had to be the bad Sheriff of Nottingham. I was always getting whopped.


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