The Truce (flash fiction)

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The Truce


The Queen of Elfland and the Lord of the Shadow-world met in secret at the crossroads between their two realms. Their advisors knew they were discussing the delicate truce that lay between them.

They sat a table in a quiet corner. The Elf-Queen wore a cloak hiding her radiance, while her adversary had black leather armour that blended with his pitch-black skin.

“My Lady, it is good to see you.” The Lord said.

“Yes my Lord. Many leaves have fallen since I beheld you.” She replied looking into his dark face.

“The things we have to do to conceal our love.” He sighed.

The Queen smiled.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 106


This was written with the prompt delicate provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #123.


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