“I'm just
singing in the rain.”
Noah*
#quote
I wonder that when someone looks for shapes in the clouds and spots
an octagon that there's some serious trouble about to go down. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
The Bullied King
There are some kings that don't have it easy. My land is divided is
four, with four kings, with our power all equal. Our courts are the
same as well down to each having our own miserable joker. But then
things are never stable since our positions are constantly moved.
Moved all through our land. Why? Why is there such turmoil?
Why for the games of man, for I am a card, my land is the deck and
from magic tricks to compulsive gambling I'm forced to move against
my will. I wonder what a mighty, unshuffled king feels like.
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