Terrible Trumpeting

Flash Fiction

Once upon a time, in a kingdom close at hand, the fairest in the land dropped her phone.  The glass shattered.  The phone pinged.  The Fairest picked it up and squinted at a now-unreadable text, presumably from the Real King.  Shrugging, she dutifully texted him back a thumbs up, only idly wondering what she’d just agreed to before resuming her stroll through the Royal Rose Garden.

The phone rang.  The Fairest checked to be sure no broken glass would cut her cheek before putting it to her ear.  “Hello?”

“How could you!”

The Fairest frowned.  Some random stranger had gotten her number again.  “How could I what?”

“Agree!”

“Agree to…”

“The Real King!”

The Fairest’s dreamy gaze was drawn to the White Palace glittering in the sunlight.  Should she bother to mention the shattered glass on her phone?  She shook her head amidst her luxurious cloud of brown hair with caramel-blonde highlights.  “Oh, well…  One always does end up having to agree with him in the end anyway, doesn’t one?”

“But to that wall, the one that will block all sunlight from the surface of the earth?”

The Fairest tutted.  “How can a wall block all sunlight from the surface of the earth?”

“It can if it’s wrapped around the entire planet, intended to keep ‘real aliens’ out!”

The Fairest did feel a slight pang at that, having recently sustained a whole lot of bad press for removing things from the Royal Rose Garden to let more sunlight in, but she knew the Real King well enough not to trouble herself over trying to change his mind.  So she shrugged yet again.  “Oh, well…”

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