Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 9)

Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: 

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight

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The Dire-Man sat on his throne. Next to him sat a king. The king sat erect and stiff. He was covered in moss and algae and tears ran freely from his eyes.

‘Used to be the king of this place,’ said The Dire-Man. ‘Now he’s the crown sovereign of nothing.’

‘Where’s my son?’

‘When I took this place I said to the king, you will sit at my left side forever.’ The Dire-Man clapped the king on the back. The king didn’t move. ‘A thousand years later, here we are.’

‘Where’s my son?’

The Dire-Man smiled, ‘Which part of him?’

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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

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9 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 9)

  1. such torments for this poor father . . . you have made the Dire-Man’s character so mysterious and evil. i have enjoyed reading each segment. well done!

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