This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a challenge that asks you to write a story of 75-175 words based on the photo prompt below. This week’s prompt was provided by TJ Paris. Thank you, TJ!
Viordan clambered up the scaffolding with the ease of long practice, the familiar weight of his satchel on his back. His presence would pass unquestioned – no one cared about the artist’s assistant, especially when the artist himself was below being congratulated on his work.
Today the Grand Master had officially completed the final panel on the ceiling of the Imperial Palace’s great hall, bringing their long project to an end. They’d spent years perched above the bustle of the court, palace life continuing on regardless of the divinely inspired art being created overhead.
The position couldn’t have been more perfect.
He’d never expected his youthful love of painting to be of use in his adult life – though he should have realised that anything was possible when working for Intelligence. Still, the assignment had surprised him from the start. Being able to indulge his art while collecting the information his masters required was an unexpected pleasure.
Today his assignment changed.
Viordan withdrew the crossbow from his bag and lined up his perfect shot at the throne.
Word count: 175
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