Sir Galahad threw the sword to sir Lancelot.
“Let me see you do it, Lancelot.” he said, coldly.
Sir Lancelot caught the sword and bowed. Then started an intense sword fight the world missed or it would have been recorded in history. Their brows furrowed in concentration as they tried to spot a weakness in their opponent.
Sir Galahad screamed all of a sudden, “Mom!”
Their mother came hurrying down the stairs. “Gally! Lance! I have told you not to touch those antique pieces. Who is hurt now?”
“He asked for it, Mom.” said Lance, defensively.
Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.