Vulpine Tale - Wednesday Writing Essentials

Sir Geoffrey, swashbuckler, waved his sword as he rode, sweet Emily’s ribbons and lace trailing from the hilt. A happy smile decorated his handsome face, and the only sign of harm was the color of his arm.

Red like blood, thought the fox in the trees, though Geoffrey was known for blue.

Red like the fox’s plume.

Sir Geoffrey shouted a proud “Halloo,” but the fox’s chase caused the valiant steed to fall. The sword plunged deep into Geoffrey’s heart. Then Lady Emily Vulpine’s hand released the fearsome hilt, falling to ground, beribboned, on a cushion of lace and leaves.

Written for Wednesday Writing Essentials Prompts of October 14th, due by October 20th:

• include the thoughts of an animal
• something needs to be incongruous
• use the Visual Thesaurus' Word-of-the-Day on the day that you write to this prompt – swashbuckler.
• use the word happy or sad, but not both
• tag with wwe