Princess Bee surveyed the milling crowd in the Great Hall below. Her eyes alighted on her betrothed and she shivered. With that brief frisson her resolve strengthened. She slipped into the secret passage, gathered up her pack and cloak, and made her way out of the castle.
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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...
