Love & Honour

Photo Prompt courtesy Sue Vincent

I gently placed a red rose upon the grave of my love, and grieved, alone, as was my destiny.

I had never known a knight more valiant, or more gallant, than Sir George. MY Sir George.

The very first time I saw him, he had his sword drawn, and was charging on fearlessly astride his white steed. I think that was the moment that I fell in love with him, absolutely, unconditionally, irrevocably.

Something had stirred in my heart as I saw his shiny new armour seemingly aflame under the glare of the hot sun.

No wait, that cannot be right. It was raining at that time, I distinctly remember that.

Aah…..yes…now I recall everything.

His shiny new armour seemed aflame because it was aflame.

I gently wiped my tears and crept away from the tomb.

I had loved him with all my heart, but a dragon has to be ready to make any sacrifice to preserve his honour.

*************************************************************************************Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.#writephoto

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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4 Responses to Love & Honour

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    Ah…I should have known. ..;)

  2. Pingback: Love and Honour ~ Anurag Bakhshi #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

  3. Pingback: Photo prompt round-up: Honour #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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