No-one knew how the castle wound up in the middle of rural Ontario, but the experts agreed that the alabaster beauty was medieval European in origin. 11th-century French to be exact, based upon the crenellations, arrowslits, and machicolations.
“Well that’s obvious,” said Mayor Biggins. “Anyone coulda told you that from the ditch!” He waved toward the deep furrow running due east from the castle, all the way to the shores of the Atlantic.
Outraged, France demanded the return of its chateau. Words were exchanged; the UN got involved.
A week later, the castle vanished again, replaced by a 40-foot-tall Bishop.
This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt. As always, I welcome comments and constructive feedback. Enjoy!