There was a visual prompt of a knight in armour for the Retreat West Microfiction Competition in June 2021. The piece had to be 100 words exactly.
I was delighted to be shortlisted for the following piece:
That's What You Get
Even after I encase him in armour, I keep him near me. He was a hero, but when he stole my maidenhood he needed to pay. My servants wonder at the frivolity of entombing my plaything in my favourite tree. Now my knight is hidden in plain sight. I sneer at him on my daily walk through the gardens, sometimes I stroke his long sword to test if I get a reaction. Nothing. Even when I put my arms around his throat, like he put his around mine, he doesn’t gasp for air. He doesn’t move – and I move on.