Windmills Passing


An entry for Flash! Friday vol. 2-26. The prompt was “include a fire”.

Tourists called this place a land of enchantment, but Gwen Cooley found nothing enchanting about a forest reduced to smoldering remnants by an arsonist.

As she was climbing back into the Fire/Rescue truck, though, something caught her attention. Up above the cliff face, far above the burned woodland, stood a stone structure.

A Spanish bell tower? That had never been there before. She was about to radio her Fire Captain when a voice called out.

“Greetings, fair Gwendolyn! Welcome to my kingdom.” The old man was something straight out of Grimm’s fairy tales.

“What are you supposed to be, some kind of Ren Faire royalty?”

“I am King Califo. My subjects and I are grateful for your presence.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and donned her fire helmet once more. “Forget it, King-o. I’m no princess.”

“We already have a princess,” said the King. “What my kingdom desperately needs is a hero.”

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