The footmen were gone.
The stables empty.
The entry chamber and all the adjoining rooms… cleared.
The will… Duke Bellingshire’s Last Will and Testament… clearly stated that all of The Bellingshire’s Retreat’s furnishings were to go to MoDA (The Museum of Domestic Design and Architecture) in North London.
I had the castle.
Actually, I had the castle, the remaining monies left from the closure of the estate (no small sum), and an accompanying letter.
David,
To retain ownership of Bellingshire Retreat bring your family, complete with camping provisions.
Stay one entire weekend.
Prepare your meals in the kitchen’s oversized fireplaces and enjoy them in the grand dining hall.
Make yourselves at home. Tour the remaining rooms at your leisure.
Daytime guests are permitted, but only family- your wife, son and daughter, are to remain in Bellingshire for slumber.
For further assistance, ask Cosantóir.
The only problem…. No one knew Cosantóir?
Written for What Pegman Saw: Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a flash fiction story of approximately 150 words.
FYI: If you did not catch one, Cosantóir is the Irish word for protector.
Sounds like simple enough instructions. I wonder what the catch is…
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Fun little story. You have me wondering who, or what, is Cosantoir. This could develop into a quirky ghost story…
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I enjoyed where it went.
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This could end up being a really long week-end…
Sounds a bit like a trap!
Great take!
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I’m glad you liked it.
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Fun story. Loved the bit of Irish too.
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Thanks for the read and the kind words.
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