Hello again, and before you say something, yes, I made up two new words for my title. Take it up with Webster’s.
Last week I made some of you cry, and so this week I’m hoping to make you laugh.
(Sorry… preliminaries — this is Friday Fictioneers, 100 words… etc. etc… go HERE to check out the rules and find the other stories.)
I saw this week’s photo and immediately knew that there was going to be a lot of Game of Thrones-esque writing, and so, rather than fight it, I decided to throw my hat in the ring, only Helena-style.
Don’t you miss the days when exposition happened over a cup of coffee, or, you know, during a break in battle?
In the back rooms of the stone corridor, exposition was overheard, accompanied by the slapping of hard thighs against soft flesh.
“…always pays his debts, you know,” the man assured her, thrusting repeatedly at her well-trained backside.
“Oh yes, I’m sure, my Lord,” the courtesan agreed, engaging in political discourse as was perfectly natural during intercourse; even of the paid-for, doggy-style variety.
“And when I’m king, I’ll not let you be exploited like this,” he said, casting a noble glance at the camera.
“Oh, this isn’t exploitation, my Lord,” she said, casting a glance of her own, “this is HBO.”
I know I’ve been lax at sharing my favourites, but this one just jumped out at me so much that I had to share it. If you haven’t read Moondustwriter’s The Ancient Alley’s Story then you are missing something dark and wonderful.
Freya channeled her inner Swiftian satirist for “Sweets for my Sweet”… an excellent cautionary tale.