(100-words flash fiction)
The curtained chariot waiting at the edge of the forest had
strange markings. It was only after a while that she realised there were no
hoof-beats, no shudder, only a gentle swaying.
When she had parted the curtains and looked out, they were
gliding through the air, her castle retreating below in the gathering gloom.
The swaying had lulled her into peaceful sleep.
She awakened to a sudden noise. Light was streaming in from
every window.
The door opened and there he was wearing the strangest
clothes and a wicked grin. Opening his arms, saying, “Welcome to the 21st
century!”
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Written for Friday Fictioneers.
