AT THE END OF THE DAY
A long day of excitement and celebration was
drawing to a close in the court of the First Lord of the
Great Western Desert. The dancers were long gone.
One old blind musician remained. His familiar tunes
were now competing with the dry evening winds that
were already gathering strength.
With dusk beckoning, the First Lord stood apart from
the few courtiers that remained. Quietly he looked far
out into the final moments of the sunset on the great
desert. Those who knew him well saw something was
changing in his posture. Was age or tiredness finally
catching up with the great warrior?
Few dared to approach uninvited, but the old
Chancellor had been on many campaigns with his
Lord and they were like brothers. He spoke quietly as
he drew close. "My Lord we have been through much
together. You have won many great battles. Our
ancient enemy is defeated. His lands are now your
lands. The war is won and today we celebrate. But
why do you now seem so sad?"
"Ah, old Chancellor. If only it were so easy. At heart
we are men of action but now there is all the
"Paperwork my Lord?"
"Yes loyal old friend. We have won the war but now
we have to sit down and rewrite all the history."
At the End of the Day was published
as a competition Runner Up
in the electronic and print editions
Gold Dust Issue 13
First published, Aug 2006
Winner, flash fiction competition