Time’s Up
Eulalia Bonner, the mayor of the Village of Peace on the coast of Nucleycia, read the crumpled three-word note again, as if mulling it over for the thousandth time would bring any more resolution than reflecting on it for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth.
TIME’S UP, BITCH.
If she refused to allow the churlish Duke of Atrar access to Nucleycia via the Port of Malfair, he would render every one of the Village’s pristine white buildings to rubble. If she gave into his demands, the entire population of Nucleycia would suffer.
“We must stand up to him,” Mayor Bonner declared.
notes
Five of my (C. L. Hart's) drabbles can be found in The Damned drabble anthology. I didn't submit this story for potential inclusion in The Damned because while the situation described is horrible, it doesn't qualify as horror.
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He could have been a bit more subtle - but them's fighting words!!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Nancy. She's got to fight now. Tweeted. I forgot to sign up this week. If you want to come check out my snippet, here's the link: https://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/2023/12/03/weekend-writing-warriors-12-03-2023-yule-be-mine-a-womans-feelings/
ReplyDeleteWhat a situation!
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