Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s interesting photo is provided by someone who mysteriously prefers to remain anonymous.
It made me think about Pinocchio.
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My empire is starting to creak.
I am not an idiot, I know I am not loved.
But I am respected, I think.
And I am feared, certainly.
With good reason, it must be said.
I don’t tolerate insubordination.
I don’t accept any outside interference.
I deal with any such infraction decisively.
Things have been good for a long time.
Maybe I got lazy.
Or even soft, perhaps.
Whatever it was, I didn’t see it coming.
Mark was with me for years, my strong right hand.
I spotted it just in time.
I got no pleasure out of crushing him like a bug.
I loved him like a son.
I was at his wedding.
So his death was quick.
His accomplices were not so lucky.
But others have learned of his betrayal.
My enemies think that I am weaker now.
They smell blood.
I can practically see them crawling out of the woodwork.