In the ramparts of the castle high above the river, the archer looked down at the boats tying up to the bank. Taking careful aim, he stretched his bow taut.
“Hold breath, and release” he said to himself.
But, there were so many of them, was it even possible to win against so many.
Overcoming his doubts, the archer sighted a regally decorated soldier about to disembark, he drew back his arrow, aimed carefully…
“Time to go Tommy! It’s our time to ride on the boat now.” his mother called.
“Okay Mummy!” Tommy said, skipping over to his mother’s side.
Thank you Louise for our photo prompt this week!