
Flash Fiction: The Haunted Bend
"The Haunted Bend"
No wonder they call this place haunted, Sir Richard thought to himself. He looked down at the body lying on the ground. The knight had quite obviously been thrown from his horse, breaking his neck when he hit the hard ground, but if Sir Richard had been a fanciful man he would have commented on the horror that filled the knight's eyes. Being a reasonable man, a physician, he kept his thoughts to himself and merely stated the obvious. "Third body this month."
"I wonder where his horse has wandered off to," Sir Richard's companion muttered, looking around nervously.
"Frightened no doubt. He'll wander back to the stable eventually."
Together, the two men wrapped the body in burlap and loaded it into the cart, along with the sword and helmet that had fallen to the ground.
"His sword was drawn then."
"Aye," Sir Richard replied briefly, not wanting to encourage the direction of the conversation. If the knight had drawn his sword, it followed that...