Flash Fiction: Sir and The Lady

Flash Fiction: Sir and The Lady

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He stood chest out, hands on hips, staring down the soul of the horses. It was like he was daring them. Snowy and browny were the only two horses with enough courage to raise their head while the others bowed to Sir’s domineering presence.

What the lovely Lady Dominica saw in him, the horses wondered. Sir was nothing more than an empty barrel with little empathy towards anyone but himself, they gossiped. The horses knew the moment lady Dominica said “yes” to the cocky son of a gun’s proposal, they’ll be the first to go. It was a miserable thought.

Lady Dominica had found out about sir’s underhand plans. She strode down the ranch, looked Sir in the eyes and proclaimed, “Sir, you can shove your proposal up your…“, she caught herself, not wanting to curse in front of her horses. She turned around to walk away then said, “Oh, and I’m keeping the ring. Now we are even”.


word count: 159. This story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Scott, author of the blog Scott’s Place, Thank you. And now to some conspiracies, what do you think Sir must have done to Piss Lady Dominica off that much?

All you ever did-

All you ever did-

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You watched her put out,
The light in my eyes;
You stared as the darkness,
Consumed my mind;
Not a sound
Not a word
Oh what a man you were!
Rooted in one spot.
You saw me burn.

She spat out venom,
In the form of words,
Cruel to the backbone-
You never utter a word.
I shrank in size
Wilted inside
Unfazed you watched your,
Little girl come undone.

She owed me no pleasure,
We weren’t blood;
But you my father,
You owe me the world.
Her words they stung;
Your silence even more;
Blood’s thicker than water,
You proved-
Was naught but words.

P.S:  The father- daughter relationship in this poem is solely to depict the depth of hurt. A family is supposed to hold the strongest ties, there are some people in our lives though not blood relations, they become family to us. And when those people betray us, the hurt runs deep like that of blood. Just thought I should clear the air that although the poem is personal, I’m not referring to my father here. 🙂

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