Fit for a King, by Sue Clayton

The long table groaned under a feast fit for a king; roast boar, smoked ham and sausage, salt pork, beef and fish. Fresh green vegetables from the castle gardens and newly baked bread steamed. The king had always relished a good meal but this banquet turned his stomach.

“We’re ready your majesty.” His son and heir bowed, evil eyes gleaming as his father staggered outside to the place of his beheading …an execution fit for a king. The gathered horde roared for the spectacle to commence.

Inside the courtiers devoured the king’s last meal.

From: Friday Flash Fiction

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