“Service with a smile!”
Eeyore, Winnie the Pooh* #quote
Somebody may boast by saying they'll give you the world. Sure that's impressive, but it'd really be impressive if you could give someone a galaxy. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Twenty-Seventh Musketeer
Musketeer Antonin, numbered twenty-seventh in the musketeers, plunged his sword through the heart of a conspirator against the French Crown. The final one of four he spent the whole night hunting and dueling on each of the rooftops of city. The conspirators planned to steal documents from the military and penetrate national defenses.
Head held high he came into a bar to brag about his valiant actions to the commoners. He even ran his fingers through his black hair to look better. However he ran across a scene where people already cheered over a victory. How could they know his actions?
Someone handed him a drink. He learned that some other Musketeers won some other dramatic battle and were the current subject of gossip. Antonin tried to tell people what he did but nobody listened, so he grabbed a drink himself as realized he was old news before he even became news. Well, hopefully he'd get a promotion. Antonin hoped his bravery and talent in the line of duty would get someone to write a book about him. Oh, well.