I stare at my bride, remembering that Damerites are honourable, noble, and just a little too literal.
I was besotted with their society, their magic, and especially Princess Sabrina. She loved me, but was promised to another.
When the Unholy Horde invaded, I took my opportunity too eagerly. The Damerites formally and irrevocably agreed to my terms. After the war my reward was given honourably. And much too literally.
The ring sparkles on my bride’s finger. Her perfect skin ends abruptly in a life support bracelet that keeps the amputated limb alive.
I shouldn’t have asked for Sabrina’s hand in marriage.
JOHN DUBBERLEY says
I love this.
Too gruesome for some.
Gee. A bride in the hand??
Constanée Malik Hemedi says
A very good and ghastly story in 101 words!
Rob Chandler says
Excellent, didn’t see the twist coming.
Wow! Didn’t see that coming! Well done.
perry mcdaid says
There’s no ‘arm in desiccated wit.