As he came striding through the hallways of the palace, he knew he looked like he had just crawled out of the depths of an overgrown forest, leaving muddy footprints and specks of dirty all over the fancy place.
The nobles he passed looked at him with looks dirtier than his clothes were, but no one dared to stop him. He had been summoned by the king, after all; and speculating about his reasons for being there was more fun anyway.
He came to a slippery stop in front of the throne, the only sounds his panting and the steady drip drip drip of mud on the floor.
The king looked at him solemnly. "I wish the circumstances were better, but welcome back, son."
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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.
