Veterinarian, On Call + 2 Untitled Pieces (Throwback Thursday)

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Story 1 — Veterinarian, On Call

‘Watch your step, doctor. We don’t want to have a slip, especially at the top of a long flight of stairs.’

‘What is that smell?’

‘Remains of meals. Dormouse and other such rodents. In a few more steps we’ll start to step on small bones.’

‘And why can’t I take off the blindfold? Now that we’re inside the cavern…’

‘And have you pay attention to our route? No. Besides, the dragon insisted. Likes her privacy, see?’

‘And yet you found her?’

‘I did. Like a moth to torchlight. And she needs you, a vet, to help with laying her eggs.’

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Story 2 (Untitled) 

https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com/2018/11/dormouse-torchlight-slip_17.html

The tales of Prince Charming’s exploits are legion. The tales of his brother are less well known.

Prince Moribund approached the ruin on his mangy nag. The weary sun was just setting, highlighting the flicker of torchlight from the highest chamber of the surviving tower. The Prince peered into what had been the moat, now only a muddy ditch home to scavenging dormice. Gingerly he made his way across the rotting drawbridge, trying not to slip into the fetid muck beneath. Reaching the other side safely, Moribund slumped tiredly into a prone lump and began to snore.

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Story 3 (Untitled)

https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com/2018/11/dormouse-torchlight-slip.html

Emperor Caracalla’s feast was ready. His mother, Julia, had asked that he and his co-Emperor brother Geta resolve their feud for the good of the Empire. This feast, thought Caracalla, will do just that. An orgy of food, entertainment, and exotic delights, decadent even by Roman standards, were to be enjoyed this night. Even the torchlight danced with greens and purples, not just the usual reds, oranges, and yellows. All was ready. Caracalla was full of joy and heartiness, even embracing his brother. Yet never letting slip that Geta’s favoured dessert, dormouse in honey and sesame seeds, was poisoned.

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Dormouse, Torchlight, Slip

The tales of Prince Charming’s exploits are legion.  The tales of his brother are less well known.

Prince Moribund approached the ruin on his mangy nag.  The weary sun was just setting, highlighting the flicker of torchlight from the highest chamber of the surviving tower.  The Prince peered into what had been the moat, now only a muddy ditch home to scavenging dormice.  Gingerly he made his way across the rotting drawbridge, trying not to slip into the fetid muck beneath.  Reaching the other side safely, Moribund slumped tiredly into a prone lump and began to snore.

Dormouse, Torchlight, Slip

Emperor Caracalla’s feast was ready.  His mother, Julia, had asked that he and his co-Emperor brother Geta resolve their feud for the good of the Empire.  This feast, thought Caracalla, will do just that.  An orgy of food, entertainment, and exotic delights, decadent even by Roman standards, were to be enjoyed this night.  Even the torchlight danced with greens and purples, not just the usual reds, oranges, and yellows.  All was ready.  Caracalla was full of joy and heartiness, even embracing his brother.  Yet never letting slip that Geta’s favoured dessert, dormouse in honey and sesame seeds, was poisoned.