Time served

Avatar Author: kwatz Father, husband, scientist, and occasional writer. I was an early contributor to ficlets and then ficly. Went away for a while. Glad to be back, but somewhat saddened to have lost my prior contributions and friends lis... Read Bio

Dearest betrayer, I tire of spinning this thread, one sighed, white robe sliding up a pale arm as nimble fingers traced the line of his cheekbone. And I the measuring, added another. The third glided silently behind the others, consideration smoldering in her eyes.

An angry screech and the barest of whimpers from the man broke the silence as the raptor alighted, its weight skewing the papyrus scroll frame which warned all away from this place of torment. With a look of suspicion the eagle crept forward and began its daily feast. Choked cries of agony mingled uncomfortably with the sounds of its feeding. The ashen sisters observed in sympathy.

“My dear ladies, depart this place, I beg of you,” gasped the man. “He is not to be tested. Even you may feel his wrath.”

No, whispered the third, drawing forth her abhorred shears. For even he knows that gods must die. Lachesis, my sister, shoo away the bird. The man wearily smiled.

A thread, a cut, and where there was once a man, only the rock remained.

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  1. Avatar 32 ^2

    Welcome to Ficly!

    Way to go, using papyrus as paper, not contrived either. This kind of has a Game Of Thrones flavor to it. Nice way to attack the challenge and I’m honored that you chose my challenge to be your first story on Ficly!

  2. Avatar JonB

    I’ve read this a few times and I’m still not entirely sure what is going on – but it interests me more each time. I like it.

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