Wednesday, December 5, 2012


The pastoral scene visible through the transit window was indistinct and blurred by temporal distortions. Lord Malak eyed it with obvious distaste. 

“I do believe I’d rather stay here and perish than to spend my days as a…farmer.”

Turning, he strode from the Portal Chamber knowing he would at least die with his dignity intact.

This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction challenge based on a photo from guest judge Sarah Fiete

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