Sue Vincent said : Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 14th December
Here is my entry : Smoke and Cakes
As she neared the habitation her heart sank. There was smoke bellowing out of the windows. Wasn’t it bad enough having to cope with those damn Vikings causing trouble all the time. Elsebeth had three boys to look after, a husband off in Wessex defending the realm and now it looked as if the cakes ( small loaves of bread) had gone up in smoke!
Opening the door of the cottage she saw the man who had asked for shelter earlier that day sitting by the fire staring in to the flames totally unaware that the loaves were on fire. Not just burning actually on fire!
“What on earth are you thinking man! I don’t care if you think you are a bloody king what am I going to give my boys for their tea?” Elsebeth screamed, incandescent with rage. It was the final straw !
Alfred look up, stunned back in to the present , out of dreams of his battle plans… such as they were. ” I am sorry he said, Looking around at the smoke filled room. ” I have just lost my brother and what with the invasion” He saw the the woman’s tears. “I am sorry he said ” and he meant it. I will do my best to sort things out .
As Elsebeth jammed the door open and stomped around Alfred decided he must if nothing else make a truce with the Vikings but first he need to sort his stomach!