Bess and her father James were huddled up on a woven rug in their old inn. The wind whistled through the open window making the fire dance in the fireplace. That was the only sound they could hear. Not the voices of travellers from all around, not the clink of glasses, not even the creak of the front door. It was a ghost town. Bess kissed her father goodnight and ran up the stairs. Her long, ebony hair bounced with every step. James finally sat up from his daze and started cleaning the homey inn ready for the next day.
The inn was so busy that James had to go out back to get more ale. The front door burst open. Redcoats spilled out like an open wound.
They climbed the shelves, skulled the bottles and snuck up the stairs towards the bedrooms. James came back with a river's worth of ale. Everyone rejoiced. James could hear muffled thuds coming from upstairs. He cautiously walked up the stairs and cracked the door open.
YOU ARE READING
The Highwayman (My way)
Short StoryThe Highwayman, some say he is a villain, some say he is a hero but they all know that he is an outlaw, a thief and a fugitive. He finds a fine maiden, they would go anywhere together. Where do they go? Does he get caught? What will you think of him...
