A Bloody Place

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Two ghosts sat on the wall beside the keep. They were silent for a very long time.

Finally, the one who knew William the Conqueror in 1066 sighed. “Twas a bloody place, indeed.”

The one dressed in armor from another century said, “Did you die here?”

“Aye. A spear right through my heart, Vultures picked my carcass clean. You?”

“Oh, aye. Took my head clean off, they did. I rotted, over time. Never buried.”

Both soldiers sighed. The older finally said, shaking his head, “All for naught. Look at them down there. Oblivious.”

“Aye, But peaceful.”