'My gift,' said the duke, indicating an eight-piece orchestra. He bowed deeply to the queen and she gave permission for the ensemble to play. The duke's eyes gleamed as they began a reverie. One by one the court yawned and drifted into a deep trance. Treachery!
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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...
