Five Sentence Fiction- WICKED

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction. (http://lilliemcferrin.blogspot.co.uk/)

This week: WICKED

Although the sky was pitch black and desolate, the horse galloped confidently through the winding, rugged hills with its rider clinging on, shielding himself in the mane from the swirling wind. His pursuers had dropped back long ago, the sound of hooves and rifles no more; but the rider couldn’t relax until he reached his destination.

The flickering , dimming light in the distance gave off a warm glow of safety and refuge as the rider began to relax and the horse slowed to a casual trot. Patting the horse gently and turning off the warning lantern, the rider walked into the dilapidated building and saw his partner waiting in the darkest corner of the room, a single candle burning lower, the only light. Tipping a small, black velvet pouch onto the table, small, shining stones, belonging to the King, tumbled out as the Highway Man smiled knowingly.