Of Flattery and FoolsOf Flattery and Fools1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was something so lovely about Paris in the evenings. Perhaps it was the soft summer's air, or the bustle of the cobbled streets below, or the lanterns that bounced and swayed on the backs of traveling buggies through the dark pathways. The sounds of dogs barking in the distance, the laughter of drunken men at the bar. Watching the bare footed commoners flock to their hovels and inns like low speaking sheep might have felt daunting to a man within those herds, but to one perched so high above them, it was like leisurely watching a school of fish drift along the Seine. It was relaxing.
“Louis! There you are.”
A voice and a hand both broke these thoughts, bringing a young man on a balcony back to reality. As well he should; after all, when one was an esteemed guest at such a ball of nobility, to spend one's down time watching common urchins dwindle down below rather than socialize might have been a bit rude. And so he was brought from his view and escorted back into the
Louis' RevengeJames Hunter dragged his tired black boots up the wooden stairs. They creaked along with his sighs; every heavy step, every cloud of air that escaped his lips, every blink of his hooded eyes only said one thing : It had been a long day. Now, was a time for relaxing in his office, that overlooked the port where he proudly serviced the Royal Navy. Finally climbing the mountain that was the staircase, he tapped his door open and hobbled inside. His office? Dimly lit, but cozy. His desk? Trapped in an angry sea of papers and books, with the odd ink stain swimming in between. The large armchair behind him? Inviting. James took one measly glance at his work space and shrugged. Surely, sleep was more important than signing meaningless papers that didn't even apply to him. He sank deeply into the soft armchair and raised his feet to the chestnut coffee table that faced his desk. He was truly feeling Heaven on Earth. By God...Louis' Revenge1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the very same room, blinked long, jet black eyelashes, that