Bimsby gazed at the River Mead, watching the rain approach the ridge. Losing himself in thought, he pondered his unnerving encounter.
Patrolling the castle grounds overnight, he came upon an unattended fire. On the edges of the embers lay scattered bones, bearing mysterious etchings. The scratches presented a pattern, and Bimsby had soon assembled the head of a serpent. As the jawbone was placed, the skull livened with a fervent twitch.
“Leave your king and do as I say. Together we shall reign evermore!”
Bimsby came to in the washing of the rain.
“Crafty devil! I serve only the King! ”
I probably would have never started publishing fiction if not for my buddy
. Check out his fiction stack and his nonfiction essays on his Catholic faith over at The Peasant Times-Dispatch.
This is cool! Assembling the stones is such a neat idea. I hope you do more with this!
Loved this, Derek!