The basket of ignorants

Queen Lucy looked at the bright orb. She knew this mauve orb decked in black had an important connotation but couldn’t remember what. She heard the hoofbeats of Willard, her brother, the High King’s horse close by.

“What is that you are looking at, your Highness?”

“Should you be so formal, Peter dear? This orb seems familiar.”

“We are being watched.”

“By whom?”

Maya and Har strode into the clearing.

“Sorry, but we were pulled straight into your fairy tale story by Maya’s hocus-pocus.”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, you basket of ignorants. Read up, catch up.”

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Fridayfictioneers .

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