The cart was stopped on the way out of the town gates by two of the Sheriff’s guard. They were usual sort he hired: tall, muscular, with the unpleasant sort of expressions that suggested a childhood hobby of strangling kittens.
“Get out,” the first man snarled at the cart driver.
“What is this?”
“There’s a prisoner on the loose. And that…” He pointed to the bag of the cart, hidden under a canvas sheet. “Seems like a good place for him to hide.”
They tore the canvas from the top of the cart. Underneath were large, heavy logs, felled in Sherwood.
The second guard sighed. “On your way.”
When the cart had passed out of sight of the walls, the driver pulled over. The secret panel in the hollow log lifted and familiar laughter rang out like a rooster’s crow.
Once more, Robin Hood had slipped through the Sheriff’s fingers.
Word Count: 150
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Fandango for providing the prompt photo!