The court jester looked out over the crowd proudly. A good roast always did well with the common folk, but the nobles did not seem to take kindly to him at the moment. He could only assume how their titles and wealth had always protected them from criticism, but that was not what he was here for.
He was here to provide comedy, not spare feelings.
A few weeks later, with his head on the chopping block, he still had not changed his mind.
To have heard the roar of a crowd's laughter was a life well lived to him.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
