The Great Hall was silent as the queen rose from her throne and descended the stairs. A young voice rang out loud and clear:
'What's that black patch on her face?'
'Hush!' The mother paled under the queen's wrathful eye. 'It's a beauty spot.'
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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...
