Here is a 5,020 word story I wrote for a friend's magazine. (She wanted a much shorter story, but... yeah, ok. I got carried away!) Since I haven't done a lot of writing, arty, or musical things lately, I'll post this one. I wrote it about a year ago, so if you see a few sticky/rough spots, it's because it hasn't an editor's eye on it yet.
"Why are you transcribing it?"
He turned his icy eyes upon her. "To give it to people! Anybody who doesn't know the good news!"
"The British have made their move, then?"
"Doesn't matter who they are, they're obvious enemies and if nothing is done, they will break into this castle before the night's over." Nicolas stated matter-a-factly.
"Ysabeau! Talk sense! If it isn't me, it will be all of us, so leave me to do my duty!" Her brother shouted. Ysabeau sobbed, and Estiene ran over to her and hugged her tight. "Trust in Him, Izzy, it will be alright. I love you." He kissed her cheek and returned to his post. Anthoine looked over at Ysabeau, and the tender look that on his face that appeared when he was talking to Nicolas earlier, returned as he smiled at her.
"This way," Anthoine gestured and, moving a cupboard, revealed a small stairway winding down the inside of the castle wall.
"As do I." She said. Reaching for Anthoine's hand, the pair raised their faces to heaven, and thanked God for His eternal protection, and unfailing love.