A 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.