Wednesday already and time for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word photo prompt hosted by the creatively inspiring Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I can’t recommend it enough, get yourself over, read the 100 + eager participants each week and join the ranks of the creatively insane..
The demolition crew were securing the grounds, unaware the ‘lost’ Toulouse Crown was being stealthily liberated. It had been bagged, wrapped and dangled from a window, before being dropped into a hay cart below; where a pair of hands reached out from the straw, grabbed it and disappeared back underneath.
All the while, the ‘Palace on the Hill’ sighed in resignation as the last of its treasures disappeared in a mix of manure and damp wheat. The heavy stone lintels that had withstood the aristocracy, the resentment and the bloody revolution, had been cruelly bested by subsidence and excessively acidic bird shit. ‘C’est la vie’.