“Oh the general was huge, and the general was fierce, and he held half the world in his hand. He growled like a tiger and he clawed like a bear, but he was, after all, just a man.” — from The Waiting Woman, an old Layoran song
Photo credit: Photo Dharma (modified)
He crowed over yet another bloody battlefield, shining in gold-plated scales, brilliantly coruscant in the sun.
Why negotiate when he could force?
He removed his scales to force a local girl.
And learned that she had not come to negotiate either.
Laid out for burial, his armor failed to deflect even rain.
Submitted for this week’s Shapeshifting 13 #52 Kickoff, from Grammar Ghoul Press. The challenge was to write a story in exactly 52 words using the words “force” and “coruscant,” in honor of today being Star Wars Day. May the Fourth be with you!
For the record, although I usually create the “traditional sayings” I begin some stories with on the spot, “The Waiting Woman” is an actual song that I’ve written, that I based this story on. I’m not sure which general it’s about yet, which is one reason I didn’t name names in this flash piece.
UPDATE: Hooray, I got first place!
UPDATE 2: I’ve posted the full lyrics to the song quoted at the beginning of this post: The Waiting Woman.