Another Wednesday, another flash fiction. Enjoy the story! The bonfires blazed before him mocking night’s grasp on the city. Wellind stood on the cobbles as another crowd surged past him with another load, jostled but standing still. Danwan was falling and with it went the art and history. Paper fluttered on the ground as leaves…

My heart sank with each tower stair. If she reached her chamber, I’d never get her out. Rounding the last curve, I saw the open door and stopped. Why’d she leave it open? Treading lightly, I moved along the wall to peer into her room.

Light spilled into the enclosure as the wooden door rattled open. I twisted standing in the center of the aisle lantern swinging like a beacon in my hand.

I sat in the chamber listening to the dull roar of the crowd, obscured by the thick stone walls of the keep. The cacophony ebbed and flowed as some unseen herald whipped the crowd into the appropriate frenzy.