The king eyed his daughter apprehensively. 'You're to marry Prince Arin.'
The princess drew in a sharp breath. That weasel! She turned and strode from the room, the susurrus of her skirts sweeping the stone floor a louder refusal than any words she could have uttered.
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
