Story New — Me’n Smalls
‘M’Lord, scouts have spotted ships on the horizon. Step forth you two and describe what you saw.’
‘Pardon your Lordship, me’n Smalls here spotted well nigh a dozen ships about a day’s sail away.’
‘Um… no. My name’s not “Smalls”, that’s just what they’s call me and…’
‘Enough! What colours do they fly?’
‘I think me’n Smalls can agree the flags are green like the deepest forest.’
‘Um… no, we cannot agree on that. I did say that just because you get to go first doesn’t mean you’re right. The ensigns, that being what they’re called, are pistachio green.’
‘Silence!’
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Story Old — untitled (originally posted here)
The setting sun cut clear lines through the ragged flag that sagged wearily against the tepid breeze. Nadia trudged home, numb to the surrounding destruction.
Everything she’d had was gone, taken by some marauding army or militia or other — it was hard to tell them apart. Husband and male children forced to join one of them. Her income, her pistachios and the trees they grew on, napalmed and unrecoverable. Her little home in a little forest now little more than a hovel, not fit for a dog.
One foot followed another followed another. Not a single tear fell.
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