“I’m telling you, snufflecakes, we go in, we hit him fast and we hit him hard.”
It was going to his head.
“But what about the hoard you just plundered?”
“This? It’s nothing. Cast-offs. I want the real deal.”
Dragon gold. I groaned. Why was it always dragon gold?
And because I can’t follow the rules – and had some fun with the fifty-word limit – today’s runner-ups:
Minion, fetch me my food.
Slave, my water, now.
Yes my queen, I mutter, though not loud enough to hear.
For she is not queen, but goddess.
I scurry to obey her command.
An imperious paw touches my cheek. Whiskers brush by, and a purr tells me I’ve done well.
* * *
“Do you know what that is?”
I cock an eyebrow. “A plant.”
I grit my teeth at the sigh in his voice. My mouth is open to argue, but he closes it with a kiss.
I don’t resist. It’s been a long winter.
“It’s spring’s proof of life.”