Some flash fiction for Sue Vincent’s #write photo: mine. I took “mine” in a different direction – a potential pronoun rather than noun. Can I pull off grammatical?
Throne room destroyed; the barest remains of the once great hall tumbling before her.
The great philopinionizer, Tryzax, would say, “Naught stands forever save for the Mountains of Łōråìņė.”
She picked up one of 100 thousands of stones within the cracked walls. Threw it at the shattered wooden corner, all that remained of the high dais. Threw again, and again, tears leaving muddy streaks on her dusty face. Threw again and again as if to pile all the broken stone and stolen dreams in that corner.
Gambled away her birthright waiting to see which side would win the war.
Tryzax would also say, “Neutrality has its costs.”