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The sounds of silence (Friday Fictioneers)

November 12, 2020
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The view out of the troll’s window looked peaceful. Snow had turned the landscape white and the streetlamps burned warm orange. The snow’s thick silence muffled the sounds of forced labour. I couldn’t see my brother working the giant chains with the rest of his human workforce. I tore myself away and returned to my place at the dining table.

“More beer!” Lord Narlwhen ordered.

“Sir,” I whispered, hoping he couldn’t hear any disrespect. Some days his hearing was quite acute, but he’d been steadily drinking all afternoon. I pictured the empty rat poison box in the kitchen and smiled.

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  1. A whole box of rat poison! That should do it. Your stories always put the reader straight into action and peril

  2. Your world of oppression is on the verge of a revolution, will she be able to get rid of the drunkard, Lord Narlwhen? Leaving the empty box in the kitchen, has me screaming – Oh no! –. what if it doesn’t work. Will she be caught and join her brother on the labour force? – Or worse; sent to New Zealand.

  3. Agatha Christie does fantasy murder mystery. Excellent.

    • Haha that would be so cool! I would totally read a magical Miss Marple or a scifi pilot Sherlock

  4. Hope he’s too drunk to notice the taste of the poison.
    PS: How much poison does it take to kill a troll?

    • A lot I would think.
      At least a while box.
      It’s the solid mass of a troll. Giant head. Though the body is more stout and compressed, lot of muscle. Pretty fast metabolism.
      Mind you. The Lord is perhaps eating quite well these days off the backs of his human slaves. Bit of a rounded tum. It’s all that beer

  5. Things are about to change, that beer will be his last. Nice one Laurie.

  6. Now that’s some fairy story! Well done. 🙂

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  7. Can’t say I blame that poor servant. What an ogre he works for–no, sorry, it’s a troll 🙂

  8. Dear Laurie,

    I’d say the Lord is about to meet his Waterloo. Nice descriptions.



  9. Oh, naughty but somehow delicious. well done Laurie

  10. Wonderfully written! Something tells me she/he will be helping the brother escape his chains…

  11. Wow I hope she has a good place to dispose of the body or knows how to make it look like an accident. I wonder if his brother will soon be free of the hard labor? Good storytelling, Laurie.

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