A little free flash fiction from Ada Hoffmann, in Lightspeed Magazine.
Ten Unsent Letters to the Dark Lord
The conditions in Good Queen Frida’s dungeon are strangely adequate. I sit on a tiny cot between clean stone walls by torchlight. The guards come by with wholesome day-old bread and pure water. They ask if I am comfortable. I do not know if all the Good Queen’s prisoners are treated so well. If she really is as kind and fair as she makes herself out to be. Or if it is because they have found out, through some means, what happened at the very end.
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