Member-only story
(A Cassonne fragment)
One last time, for regular readers. This is my fourth and final piece written for the Medium Writing Competition (details here should you feel tempted).
The third entry is here. None of this is exactly like my usual output, this links back to a continuing theme: the world of Cassonne. So if you like this you might like to check out an earlier story here.
Now read on.
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“There is no beginning.”
“What? Who spoke?”
Lira looked up from her desk to see if someone had invaded the privacy of her study. No-one. She needed a break. Too much theory, not enough play… ”makes Lira a dull domna”. She winced at the insult.
They thought she didn’t hear the whispering around the canteen, in the corridors. But, she did. The prodigy of the Academy — enfant terrible! — was stuck, wrestling with field equations til the small hours of each morning, trying to make sense of the impossible powers possessed by the women of her Guild.
There was a solution. She knew it. Just out of sight. She had only to round the corner and all would be clear.
She stretched out a hand and petted Miquèu, now slumped on one corner of her desk. His tail draped untidily across her…
