Dynamene Liked Sweeping

by Theo Hart

  • Short Story

Published August 8, 2008

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Dynamene Stratis swept floors. It was her calling; her reason for living, and, by Mary, she would sweep this floor today, even if her masters had jumped into their boat and paddled through the canals as if Satan was on their tail. Such odd people her masters were. Besides, there was a shockingly inordinate amount of black dust covering the house.

Dynamene swept her considerable pile of dust into the canal, where she discovered the same black “dust” was everywhere. Her eyes walked down the waterway until she spied an orange glow where the Basilica should have been.

“Oh.”

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As the subtitle says, this was my entry for Event #1 in the YWS Olympics, and my first attempt at Flash Fiction in a long while.

EDIT: And it won Silver. ^_^

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