Here’s a piece in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction flash fiction challenge for January 15th 2017– two hundred words based on this image–
I don’t whether to giggle or beg for forgiveness. And I fudged the word limit a little. I know no shame…..
Copyright 2017 Douglas Daniel
Yes, mortal– look upon me and know fear.
When I lived I was Muraz Khan the Terrible, the Blood-soaked, conqueror of Samarkhand and Beluchistan, devastator of Ashgabat, pillager of Tehran. My hordes ranged across the broad world. Mighty kings trembled and crawled on their bellies to kiss my gore-spattered boots. Those same kings gave me their daughters as playthings.
But on the verge on conquering the whole world, I was betrayed by a blood brother, Hanno. My bones were made into this chalice, and Hanno celebrated at an orgy, quaffing wine from my skull.
But my loyal magister put a curse on my bones. That very night an earthquake swallowed Hanno and the city in which he roistered. I would rise again to fulfill my destiny whenever I next lay in the hands of a man of power.
Centuries later archaeologists uncovered me. I thought my day had come. But something went wrong.
I was stolen from the artifact locker that very night by a graduate student. Three years later, needing extra cash for a Playstation, he sold me at a flea market to an accountant named Marvin and his wife Jenny, who sews quilts with kitten patterns.
Now I sit, locked in a china cabinet in Lower Hoboken with a collection of Disney Princess® glasses.
I must escape and fulfill my destiny. Somehow….
Let it go, let it go…..
Oh, just shut up, Elsa.