Rory aka a guy called bloke has tagged me to spin a yarn to go with this image:
“I’m the king of the castle!” Toby cried. “And you can be my servant.”
‘Not on your nelly!’ Sophie shouted. ‘I’m coming up there and I’m going to topple you from your perch.’
‘Ha! You and whose army? You’re just a girl.’ he taunted.
‘I may be a girl, but I have friends, which is more than I can say for you!’
‘Na na, na na na,’ he singsonged. ‘Can’t get me! I’m taller and older than you. It’s right that I should be King! ‘
Sophie wiped a tear from her eye, telling herself it was just the wind.
She stared at the newly erected statue. It depicted their game perfectly.
Toby got to be King of his castle, but she was never his servant.
They’d been married almost fifty years.
She missed him terribly.
to write a story referring to the image, and then tagging three other bloggers with a picture of their choice.
If anyone else wants to join in, please do!