Another flash fiction derived from the photo prompt offering of Flash Friday! The word limit was 150-160, you had to include a fire in the tale and of course take your inspiration from the photo below:
Bell Tower of Guadalest, Costa Blanca, Spain. CC photo by Anguskirk.
Hope you enjoy.
From the bell tower Arcane watched orange flowers bloom in the twilight. One after the other, a constellation of beacons spluttered into life. Sending their plight to the capital.
There was nothing else he could do. Arcane slumped down by the bell, whose rough rope had flayed the skin from his hands. He had tolled The Sentinel till his shoulders had ached, her solemn declaration almost overwhelming the screams and sounds of battle that emanated from the village.
Tolled till orange flowers bloomed.
The sound of wood giving way to force stirred Arcane back to reality. The invaders had gained entry. Soon they would ascend the worn stone steps to find the young scholar.
Shoulders complaining Arcane took up his axe and buckler. He had hoped the invaders would have moved on, or that the Capital’s knights would arrive in time.
But such thoughts were that of a child.
Now he had to die as a man.