Snowflake

 

Neera Handa Dr

Dec 6, 2021

1 min read

The snowflake

A story in response to the daily fiction prompt

Photo by Josh Hild on Unsplash
Photo by Josh Hild on Unsplash

The House was warm with the roaring fire, the free-flowing booze, and the power tussle between the Chief and his deputy, who had decided to lose his wig and the ruby collar pin, at some stage. It was the winter waltz at the House. The Chief, and the rest of his cronies were dressed in their black leather jackals, sorry, jackets. Pinned on their snow-white shit, sorry, shirt collars, were the green and gold bows. They were dancing, while the intoxicated staffer’s body, as cold as a snowflake in her skimpy dress, lay on the floor of a forgotten party room.

Notes: This House is the most important house in the country.

Thanks to Katrina D. ()

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