This little piece of imagination is for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Challenge. It about Anne Neville and her Husband Richard 3rd of England.
Anne was lost she had been looking for Richard everywhere. Her patience was running very thin, as thin as her veil and her robes. It was transparently clear from the look on her face that she had had enough. As transparent as her body had become.
She had floated from Westminster to this cold carpark in Leicester. Looking around her she found it very difficult to take in what she was seeing. Here she stood in …well what was this place it said CARPARK… But what was a CARPARK.
Standing stark still for a second trying to take in her surroundings, to understand what was happening to her. She was by a wall, a wall decorated with white Lilies on a black background at it’s center was what resembled a black an orange stained glass window.
There was a pole with a round disc on it , white edged in red. It had drawings on it and some writing … It made no sense to Anne.
It actually read please park bumper to bumper. That meant nothing to Anne. As she stood there a youth rushed up and said “don’t move you look amazing stood there the mural makes it look like you have a halo around your head.”
“Look” said the youth “you look great in this photo, I am well impressed.” Then he showed her a small magic box that held her image the wall painting did indeed give her a halo.
The lad was off and running to meet his mates his magic box in his hand.
Anne turned and shivered, she called Richard several times before he finally answered her.
He took one look at her face and said, ” you are not happy are you madam” he smiled hoping to defuse her scowl.
“What is this awful soulless place why have you brought me here” Anne asked.
“It a carpark, it’s were I fell in battle, I was buried here when it was called Greyfriars they discovered me here and the moved my bones to Liecester Cathedral where I have a nice spot. I’d like you to join me, I have missed you.” He offered his hand and read her expression smiling he said “poison? come, you know me. I would not do that… And it was a long time ago.”
Anne who had been bristling with rage relented and took his hand. The years slipped away as they floated off, laughter was in the air.
Up the road a young lad was showing his mates his latest Instagram shot. He had already had 100 likes.
