The Cunning Slip

A 100-word story, commonly known as a drabble.


Everyone was always waiting for him to slip.

Even if they didn’t think they were, even if they didn’t know it, they were waiting. Waiting, with predatory hearts and minds. Now his loyal court, they could and would turn the instant they felt a weakness.

And of course he would slip. There was no avoiding mistakes; there was only disguising them.

The thief lord smiled and held out a scrap of meat to the stray cat who sat, sniffing arrogantly in post-tumble mortification.

“I know,” he whispered as it licked his fingers. “It’s all part of the plan, isn’t it?”




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