#Fantasy #FlashFiction-2 Minute Read

Deer Mouse

Protective Plague

From the overlord’s house came a quiet but vicious argument. The other houses circling the town square stood quiet: my sister’s red wooden house built up on stilts after that last flood; the iron workers’ blue housing complex and their adjoining workshop also built on stilts; the dark-brown community building, windows tightly shuttered. The fountain in the square bubbled behind me. A mouse scurried around its stone base. The door of the overlord’s ho...