PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
Kari crossed Bílý Bridge at dusk via horse-drawn sleigh from the train station. It was mid-January. She hugged her soft leather bag close and shivered; it was only partially because of the cold. Craning her neck up as the sleigh lurched over snow-packed cobblestone, she imagined the castle, now a dark silhouette, towering over the village was watching – and waiting.
Tipping the driver generously after he helped her down, Kari toddled the shoveled sidewalk to the inn’s entrance. Registering, then settling in to her room, she wondered how long it would take for them to come for her.
Origin story: the moment I looked at the image I thought of Franz Kafka’s novel, “The Castle.” Looking for a little more detail for my story, I turned to wikipedia (where else?) and was filled with a range of emotions. I learned that Franz never finished the novel. I decided to change the protagonist to being female, even though I know that Kari may also be a male’s name. I know I left this as a cliffhanger, and if the opportunity presents itself there may be future installments.
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