Standing Guard

(Written for Friday Fictioneers – 100 word story)

Photograph by Managua Gunn

Photograph by Managua Gunn

Laila O’Henry twitched under her musty uniform.

Kings had come and gone, but she remained confined to a man’s job. Nobody did a double take anymore to see a female palace guard. Unnoticed, she watched the world change. The quaint city port had metamorphosed into a bustling attraction. Towering castles replaced by imposing buildings. Dreams devoured by ambitions.

And yet the water glistened as of yore and birds chirped the same songs.

But nothing like a bright sunny day, she thought. The caramel light went through her, spreading its warmth. So much better than the cold lifeless nights in a box.

Laila O’Henry was, after all, a different sort of ghost. The one you saw only by day.

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47 thoughts on “Standing Guard

  1. Oh I really liked this. I loved the line: “And yet the water glistened as of yore and birds chirped the same songs.” especially! If I had to be a ghost, I’d want to be a day ghost too. πŸ˜€

  2. Wow, love it – especially that line “And yet the water glistened as of yore and birds chirped the same songs.” Captures the whole sense of her existence. Great read!

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