Thursday, 24 September 2009

The Dreams of Kings

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‘Sire, did you dream last night as the witch foretold?,’ asked the Night Lord.
           The King looked at the couriers but did not speak. His eyes lost in shadows.
           ‘His Highness is cursed,’ they cried, many even with real concern. Or were they the better liars, trusting no living King.

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.