

A Flash fiction Kings MeadowA Flash fiction by ~sarahbera
A bagpiper blared out of
nowhere. Not for no reason, of course. Nothing was a mistake on this
perfectly scheduled day. But I couldn't have been able to plan my own
husband's funeral.
"Leave Her Highness
be. She's mourning." They hushed.
I hadn't cried yet. I
won't, not until I remember the days before his mind decayed.
Maybe it was God's idea,
giving my king, my husband, a rotting brain. So that he would remind
me of my sins every day while he was awake. I could only love him
when he slept. When he woke he was a wretched, wilted, wizened little
king that knew no love for me.
I gave him sleep. Requiem