It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT, Copyright – Claire Fuller

The servant girl handed her a folded note and ran off.  Making sure she was alone, she opened it.

Come to the garden.  Meet me by the old king.  I’ll be there waiting.    R

Gathering her skirt with both hands, she ran toward the back of the estate, past the stables and toward the woods.

She entered a small clearing.  Breathless, she clutched  the front of her gown. A few feet further, she found the statue of the old king, covered with moss and lichen.

She heard a rustle behind her.

“Marian!”

“Robin!”  

She rushed into his arms.