A six sentence story based on Denise’s prompt – Guard
The Queen has an oinker son who is deserved of being barbecued, for he is a pedophile.
He was born with a silver spoon and has been milking it ever since.
When the shit hit the fan, he hurried to cling to his mother’s skirts.
‘My Queen, I have been naughty; in your Holy book, I am forgiven, it’s my right to be forgiven by you, Mother.’
The Queen swallowed her tears and called out ‘ Guards’.
‘Oh no Mother…oh no…how about my teddies?’ while he was dragged out of the palace.
Flicker of Thoughts 