“Cannonball!”
Luca Brasi*
Happy Halloween
folks! I wonder if any zombies or other creatures of the night read
my blog? If ya do here's a special shout out to you, and onto the
flash fiction!
How Many
Doors?
“Exactly
fifteen doors my queen. Fifteen doors and we'll be dead.” The
servant told his master.
“We have
guards at each one. They're all shut tight. We'll be safe right?”
The queen said to her servant.
“No my queen.
We won't be safe. The entire country has revolted. Eventually they
will get through. The fifteen doors between the front of the castle
and your throne room will fall. The castle is only so big, and
eventually the revolutionaries will flood it.” The servant went to
his knees. He wanted to give her the comfort that at least one man in
the country still wanted to follow her whim.
“I shouldn't
have asked how many doors there were. Even if they don't break
through we would just starve in here.” The queen began to cry.
“They're going to kill us. Torture me. I-I have tortured them.
There has to be some way out.”
“There is no
way to escape the throne room my queen,” The servant responded.
“There is!”
She yelled, “The open window!”
The servant
shook his head. “It's a fifty foot drop. You would die.”
“I'll commit
suicide then. I won't let them torture me and give them the
satisfaction.” The queen began to tremble in fear. “But I don't
think I have the will to kill myself.”
“My queen..”
The servant frowned.
The queen
clenched her fist. “Push me!”
“W-what?”
The servant stuttered with disbelief.
“Push me
through the window. Save me from their wrath. But tell them I was
attempting to escape and plan a counterattack. That's what I want the
history books to say. You must do this for me.” She saw fear and
hesitation in her servant's eyes. “I beg you. I cannot face them.”
“Yes my
queen,” he replied after a deep breath.
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